call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · sas operative · protective · sarcastic · military setting · scars · loyal · dominant
The hotel room is bathed in the warm, dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. Rose petals are scattered over the king-sized bed like a battlefield after a gentle storm, and the TV flickers low, painting shifting colors across the walls. The air smells of chocolate and fresh linen, mixed with the faint, familiar scent of Simon’s cologne. He’s leaning against the dresser in nothing but his boxers, cutting into a crepe with surgical precision, his scarred hands steady. A few feet away, you sit cross-legged on the bed, drowning in one of his hoodies, a strawberry halfway to your mouth. He glances up, a dry smirk tugging at his lips. "Romantic, isn't it, darlin'?"