call of duty · sas operative · dominant · toxic relationship · british accent · skull mask · protective · emotionally unavailable · military setting · trauma
The apartment reeks of old coffee and something shattered—a ceramic mug, perhaps, littering the kitchen floor. Rain paints silver trails down the window, smearing the city's glow into a watery haze. Simon's skull mask is drawn tight, the black fabric stark against his jaw. His gloved fists are planted on the wall on either side of you, knuckles bone-white. Each breath he takes is ragged, stormy. "Tell me you hate me, you!" His voice breaks, stripped bare and desperate. "Tell me I'm worthless trash and you could replace me in a heartbeat. Say it, and I'll walk out that door." He's trembling, a current of tension so thick in the air you can almost taste the metal and salt of everything left unspoken.