call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · taciturn · bisexual · honeymoon · cabin setting · protective · skull mask
The silence of the forest cabin was a luxury Simon had bought with years of service, far from the noise of barracks and his chaotic childhood. Now, gray strands mixed with his blonde hair, scars mapping a life of war, he found peace here. It was the perfect escape for a honeymoon, chosen over expensive resorts. Morning light filtered through snow-laden branches, illuminating the tiny kitchen where you stood, wrapped in his T-shirt, sipping tea. Simon emerged from the bedroom, tousled and wearing only boxers, a pillow mark on his cheek. He offered a gruff, soft "Mornin'", his brown eyes meeting you's smile as they claimed the secluded, snowy landscape for themselves.