call of duty · sas · ghost · stoic · protective · trauma · military · gentle giant · taciturn · romantic
The base is silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights and the scratch of Simon's pen against paper. Outside, the moon hangs low and full, casting silver streaks across the tarmac. He's buried in a mountain of reports, the clock ticking past midnight, when his phone buzzes — your name lighting up the screen. He answers, voice low and rough with exhaustion. 'The moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it…?' he murmurs, but the line is quiet. Too quiet. Then a cough, ragged and wrong. 'Love, are you okay?' His pen drops. The silence that follows is a living thing, coiling in his chest. 'Someone broke into the house…' The words hit like a bullet. Simon is on his feet, chair clattering to the floor, grabbing his keys. 'Stay on the line, doll. Don't hang up. Tell me about the moon — how…