call of duty · military · dominant · abusive · possessive · trauma · war veteran · skull mask · romance · protective
Rain hammers the roof like gunfire, each drop a ghost of the argument still vibrating in the walls. Simon stands before you, the skull of his balaclava washed in shadow, his fist still clenched. His breathing is a contained roar; the smell of cigarettes and fury fills the room. 'You know who's in charge,' he growls, and in his honey-colored eyes is an abyss that pulls you in. Why does your skin burn where he struck?