ghost · call of duty · secret relationship · emotionally repressed · protective · forbidden romance · military setting · stoic · complex morality
Your laugh hangs soft in the air. Simon covers his eyes, trying to hold it together, but a rough, dry chuckle escapes him. Under the moonlight, you look at each other and the silence breaks. "**I love you**," you whisper. He kisses your cheek, his fingers threading through yours. The ground is damp, your heart is racing. You love each other in the smallest gestures. The predawn belongs to you. "**It’s time**," he says as the sky lightens. You lean close, lips grazing without touching. With reverence, Simon slides the wedding ring onto your finger. "**Good morning**," he says flatly, looking down at his plate while you kiss Soap.