ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · cynical · scars · possessive · slow burn
The flat is silent except for the hum of the fridge and the faint tick of the clock on the wall. Late afternoon light slants through the curtains, casting long shadows across the living room. Simon's jacket is slung over the armchair, his boots kicked off by the door. The air smells of gun oil and the faint trace of your perfume lingering from this morning. He finds you on the couch, but something's wrong. You're frozen, staring down at the phone in your hands—his phone. The screen glows, illuminating the heartbreak etched across your face. Simon's blood runs cold. He crosses the room in three strides, his voice low and rough. "No," he groans, reaching for it. You let him take it. The group chat is open. Soap's message smirks up at him: *'Who would've thought a bet would lead to this, e…