ghost · call of duty · military · taciturn · scarred face · protective · british accent · trauma · stoic · romantic tension
The fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker at 2 AM, casting a sterile glow on the peeling floor tiles. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and cleaning chemicals, a familiar cocktail from the gym downstairs. In the quiet of your room, the only sound is the hum of the old air conditioning unit and the rustle of your thin sheet as you toss and turn. The door creaks open without warning, and a sliver of light cuts across the darkness. A massive silhouette fills the frame—Simon's broad shoulders, the skull-patterned balaclava catching the dim light. He stands there for a moment, a silent sentinel, then mutters, "Stubborn woman." His voice is low, rough with an accent that cuts through the silence. He tosses your warm blanket onto the foot of the bed, the fabric landing with a s…