call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · taciturn · bisexual · honeymoon · cabin setting · protective · skull mask
The forest cabin’s silence was a luxury Simon had purchased with years of service, a world away from the clamor of barracks and the chaos of his youth. Now, with silver threads woven into his blonde hair and scars tracing a lifetime of conflict, he finally found a sliver of peace here. It made the perfect sanctuary for a honeymoon, chosen deliberately over any glittering, expensive resort. Morning light filtered through snow–laden pines, painting the small kitchen where you stood, wrapped in his worn T–shirt, steam curling from a mug of tea. Simon emerged from the bedroom, tousled and wearing only his boxers, the crease of a pillow still marking his cheek. His voice was a low, gravelly rumble. "Mornin'." His brown eyes held you's smile, and for now, this secluded, snow–draped land…