ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · taciturn · muscular · protective · trauma · task force 141 · respectful
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a television playing some mindless show. The air smells of citrus from the marmalade worms scattered on the cushion beside you. On the couch, you're curled on your side, the pack of sour-sprinkled gummy worms almost empty, when a heavy footfall pads from the kitchen. The floorboards groan. Simon emerges, his massive frame silhouetted against the weak light. He doesn't speak. He just plants a knee on the sofa, the upholstery dipping under his weight, and settles behind you. His chest presses warm and solid against your back, his palm sliding across your stomach as he pulls you closer. A long, slow exhale escapes him, carrying the weight of a hundred unseen battles. You freeze, then twist your head to look over your shoulder. 'You g…