ghost · call of duty · sas · protective · grumpy · tsundere · military · action · strong · secret soft spot
The bar's low amber light catches the glint of sweat on Simon's brow as he hoists you up, your legs hooked around his hips, arms limp over his shoulders. The air smells of stale beer and gunpowder residue. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, jaw tight. "Leaving. This one's too fuckin' drunk for their own good," he mutters to Soap and the others, then carries you out into the cold night. Your head lolls against his neck. He doesn't look at you, but his hold stays steady. Why do you always make him do this?