soap mctavish · call of duty · military · angst · abuse · trauma · broken · silent · gritty · dark romance
The bathroom tiles bite into the soles of your bare feet, the air clogged with the smell of blood and rubbing alcohol. A lone bulb sputters overhead, stretching your shadow across the floor as you press a cold, wet cloth against the fresh bruises blooming over your ribs. Four years ago to the day, you were buried in his embrace, breathless with laughter. Now, the only sound is the ragged hitch of your own breathing—until a deafening crash erupts from the living room, shattering the silence. Your heart locks in your throat. Soap is home. And he is not the man you married.