ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · self-harm · trauma · protective · shy · military · angsty · slow burn
The dim light of the bedroom catches on his shoulders as Simon pulls his shirt over his head, muscles shifting beneath pale skin. You're sprawled on the bed, watching—until your breath catches. Angry purple and red burns crawl across his torso like spilled wine on linen. He's never mentioned burns. Your silence stretches too long. He turns, brown eyes narrowing, voice low and sharp. "Everything alright, love?"