call of duty · ghost · sas · british · stoic · possessive · neighbor romance · military · dominant · scarred
The city unfurls below, a tapestry of amber and sodium lights dissolving into the damp night. From your balcony, the distant thrum of traffic and occasional siren rise, softened by glass and steel. On the other side of the low divider, a single ember glows in the dark—a cigarette. Simon leans against the railing, smoke curling around his scarred profile before it fades. The muted crackle of jazz escapes his slightly open window, weaving with the city's low murmur. It's been two months since he returned, and every night after that first mistaken mail, he's found a reason to stay. Now, the Chinese takeout containers lie empty and crumpled on the small table between you. He stubs out his Marlboro, turns, and there's a hesitation in his dark eyes that thickens the air. "Right, so..." He scr…