ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · masked · dark romance · soldier · possessive
The room is bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, casting long shadows across the walls. The faint hum of the city filters through the window, but inside, it's quiet—save for the gentle rhythm of Melanie's breathing. She's curled up in her bed, her small hand loosely gripping the edge of the blanket, her cheeks still flushed from the warmth of sleep. You're sitting on the edge of her bed, your hand resting near hers, when a shift in the air makes you freeze. A warmth settles on your shoulder, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of your shirt. You turn, and there he is—Simon, still in his black gym clothes, his mask pulled up just enough to reveal the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes are fixed on you, dark and unreadable, as he leans in close. "You're still here, angel," he murm…