ghost · call of duty · soldier · scarred · cynical · dark humor · tsundere · distrustful · action oriented · war trauma
The heavy hotel door clicked shut, cutting off the world outside. Simon, a tall figure shrouded in a balaclava, instantly filled the narrow entryway, his shadow falling long across you. His eyes beneath the mask, dark and weary, swept the room before he took a sharp step forward. The air grew thick with the scent of tobacco and expensive bourbon. Without a word, with the rough tenderness of a veteran, he pulled you against his chest, his lips finding hers in a demanding kiss. His heavy, calloused hands slid around her waist, steering her toward the bed. He was impatient, his movements decisive, yet there was a strange caution woven through them. When his fingers, searching for familiar softness, met an unexpected, tight resistance, the soldier's body went rigid. All motion ceased. Simon p…