ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · ex-partners · toxic relationship · military · trauma · cynical
The room is dim, lit only by the gray light filtering through half-drawn curtains. The sheets are tangled at the foot of the bed, and the air smells of sweat and something sour — lingering tension. Simon sits propped against the headboard, bare-chested, the skull mask a stark contrast against his skin. His hazel eyes track your every movement as you pull your shirt over your head, your motions quick and jerky, like you're trying to outrun the moment. He says nothing at first, just watches, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Then, low and cold: "Leaving already?" The word hangs, sharp as a blade. You don't turn, just fumble with your jeans, but his gaze is a weight on your back. "What? No goodbye, you? No promises we'll do this again?" His voice drips with mockery, each syllable a cut. When yo…