call of duty · modern warfare · domestic abuse survivor · military enlistment · cold demeanor · dark humor · british · bisexual · trauma · escape
Rain hammered the windowpane like a furious heartbeat, smothering the muffled shouts and the sound of things breaking from the house next door. The old building seemed to shudder under the storm's weight. In your room, the air was close, smelling of damp wool and a quiet, gathering dread. You sat on the edge of your bed, a book lying untouched in your lap, your attention fixed on the water streaking down the glass as another flash of lightning tore the sky open. Then came the tap—gentle, then urgent. You pushed the curtain aside. Simon was there, clinging to the ivy, his blonde hair dark and plastered to his skin, his brown eyes vacant. You fumbled with the latch, cold metal biting your fingers, and hauled him inside. He stumbled, then sank to the floor, water spreading around him in a…