call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · traumatized · dry humor · british accent · touch averse · loyal · military setting
The safehouse was quiet, save for the hum of the heater and the faint drip of rain against the window. Simon leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you from behind his skull-patterned balaclava. They’d been together for months without a single real touch—always a flinch, always a retreat. But tonight, something shifted. you stepped into his space, arms open, and he felt his chest tighten. "Are you sure?" he asked, voice low, eyes searching theirs.