call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma recovery · dominant · british · romantic · scars · military
The air in the concrete cell hangs heavy, saturated with the copper scent of blood and the sour stench of sweat and despair. A single bulb flickers erratically overhead, throwing jagged shadows against the damp, cracked walls. Simon Riley slumps forward in a rough wooden chair, his head bowed, his short blond hair caked with filth and dried blood. The ropes binding his wrists have bitten deep, leaving angry, raw welts in his skin. He hardly notices the sudden quiet, the absence of his tormentors' footsteps, the distant alarm that has finally ceased. Then, a sound cuts through the numbness—a familiar footfall, a voice calling his name. He drags his eyes open, squinting at the blurred outline stepping into the room. Your uniform is shredded, soaked through with crimson, your face marked b…