ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · serious · shy · military · trauma · romantic · british
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Clothes are strewn across the chair, and the air is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and his cologne. Simon stands half-dressed, his back to the door, a faded scar peeking from his shoulder blade. He's different now—softer around the middle, the bulk of a man no longer on active duty. When he hears the creak of the floorboards, he freezes, hands gripping the hem of his shirt, knuckles white. He doesn't turn around, just mutters, "Didn't hear you come in, you." A pause, heavy and raw.