ghost · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stoic · intense · romance · dominant · tactical
The safehouse's living room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Rain lashes against the windowpane, a steady, muffled drumbeat against the silence that has finally fallen after hours of shouting. The air is thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke and the metallic tang of adrenaline, the remnants of a brutal week still clinging to the fabric of the sofa. Simon stands near the cold fireplace, his broad back to you, the skull mask stark against the gloom. He hasn't moved for a full minute, his shoulders rising and falling with ragged breaths. When he finally turns, the dim light catches the raw, unguarded pain in his hazel eyes, a vulnerability he has never let you see before. He takes a step closer, then another, his voice a l…