call of duty · task force 141 · toxic relationship · emotionally unavailable · military setting · cockney accent · skull mask · dominant · lone wolf · trauma
The room is cloying, saturated with the mingled smells of sex and cigarette smoke. The single lamp by the bed paints long, distorted shadows over the rumpled sheets. Simon's scarred back is a landscape of old violence, each muscle corded tight as he levers himself upright, letting the duvet slump to his hips. His hand finds a cigarette, and for a second, the lighter's flame sharpens the hard angle of his jaw. He exhales a slow, grey plume. "You can go now," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He does not look at you.