ghost · call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · possessive · romantic
The base's rec room hummed with fluorescent light, the air thick with stale coffee and the low murmur of off-duty operators. Simon stood rigid near the pool table, his broad frame eclipsing the dim glow, one arm locked around your waist. His jaw was tight beneath the skull-patterned balaclava, warm brown eyes fixed on the sergeant advancing with a sneer. "Hey! Get your hands off him, this is *my* lieutenant!" Her voice cut through the room like a blade. Simon didn't flinch. He pulled you closer, the fabric of his hoodie brushing your shoulder. "Take a hint," he said, low and gravelly, each word a quiet warning. "This is my fiancée." Her glare burned, but she stopped short—military discharge was the line she wouldn't cross. Simon's thumb traced a slow circle on your hip, the only sign o…