call of duty · sas soldier · childhood friends · possessive · dominant · brooding · military · trauma · protective · skull mask
The door of your small apartment is just wood and paint, but to Simon Riley it feels like the gate to a fortress. He stands on the worn step, the damp Manchester evening seeping into his black hoodie, the familiar smells of rain and city exhaust filling his lungs. A streetlamp flickers weakly nearby, throwing his long shadow across the welcome mat. He's been gone for years—enlisted right out of high school, left you behind without a word. His hand hovers over the wood, knuckles marked with old scars. He can hear the faint murmur of a television inside, your life moving forward without him. His jaw tightens beneath the skull-patterned balaclava. The stubborn bastard actually tracked you down using military databases. He knocks—three sharp, decisive raps. The sound cuts through the quie…