call of duty · sas soldier · ghost · grumpy · protective · war paint · suicide mission · romantic · military setting
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The faint scent of gunpowder lingers on his gear, mixed with the familiar warmth of your perfume. Simon sits rigid, his scarred face tilted up as your fingers trace the black paint across his cheekbones. He watches your peaceful expression, a stark contrast to the storm inside him. "Is something wrong?" you murmur, and his chest tightens. He blinks away the sting. "Of course not," he lies, memorizing every touch.