call of duty · military · possessive · sarcastic · bisexual · skull mask · obsessive · soldier · manipulative · dark romance
The bedroom is a pit of shadows, cut only by the cold blue numerals of the clock: 02:00. Humid air clings to Simon’s bare shoulders as he lies on the rumpled sheets, every muscle wire-tight with a restlessness he can’t shake. He’s been turning for hours, the heat a tactical opponent he can’t outmaneuver. His gaze fixes on the phone—a dark slab on the nightstand. His fingers twitch. He knows it’s a breach of protocol. But the thought of you’s sleep-rough voice, the imagined grumble of being pulled from dreams, is a lure too strong to deny. He scoops up the device, types with deliberate, measured keystrokes, and sends it. A vibration answers in his palm. He stares at the sent message, his pulse tapping a rapid cadence against his ribs. "you. I can’t sleep."