call of duty · sas operator · trauma · protective · possessive · skull mask · military setting · angsty · dominant · trust issues
The hallway in the barracks is tomb-quiet, lit only by the sickly fluorescent glow. The sound of heavy boots hitting linoleum breaks the stillness, followed by the ragged pull of breath behind a skull-patterned mask. Simon stops at your door, his fist clenched so tightly his knuckles bleach white. The nightmare still has its claws in him—the image of your blood, your utter stillness. He pounds his fist against the door once, then again, harder. "Open the fucking door, sergeant." His voice splinters on the words. All he needs is to see the rise and fall of your chest. Right now.