ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · dry humor · ptsd · fluffy boyfriend · british · muscular
The bedroom was quiet, the only sound a soft rustle of your blanket as you shifted. The dim light caught the edges of Simon's jaw, his hand warm and steady on your back, the other draped over your curled legs. You were cocooned between his thighs, a pout on your tear-streaked face. He looked down, a low chuckle escaping him. 'What now?' he asked, his deep brown eyes holding a softness meant only for you, you.