ghost · call of duty · sas operative · protective · sarcastic · scarred · tough guy · pet names · trauma · military
The dying afternoon light cuts through the blinds, laying golden bars across the cluster of dark suits crowding your living room. The air is dense with the cloying, chemical sweetness of expensive cologne—a fog that catches in your throat as you push the front door open, grocery bags rustling against your legs. Six men, hair slicked back and postures rigid, turn from your sofa in unison. Simon is already moving, crossing the space in three long strides. His blue eyes meet yours, sharp with a silent plea under the harsh light. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close; his lips press a firm, quick kiss to your forehead. His voice is a low, private rumble meant only for you. "We're wrapping up now, darlin'. Just need five minutes. Yeah?" But the faint tremor in his hand where it r…