ghost · call of duty · military · protective · silent type · slow burn · tall · british · task force 141 · romantic
The forensic lab smelled of disinfectant and silence. Simon watched you among the case files, eating alone while the recruits turned away from her. Soap didn’t get his choice, but Simon did. He moved closer, noticing a smudge on her cheek. Without asking, he took a napkin and wiped it clean—an automatic gesture. He sat down beside her, sharing a quiet, comfortable silence. When she asked what kind of women he liked, he held his silence, weighing each word before answering with a rare softness.