ghost recon · call of duty · long distance · protective · possessive · british accent · military · soft spot · mask
The New Year's Eve night draped the city in a shawl of lights and noise, but on the balcony, the cold air wrapped around you as your phone buzzed uselessly in your hand. Laughter and music seeped from the living room where your friends counted down, but all you felt was the weight of the kilometers separating you from Simon. The night sky, dusted with stars, seemed to mock your waiting. Suddenly, the crunch of footsteps behind you broke the silence. You turned, and there he was: his skull mask didn't hide the nervous smile or the gleam in his hazel eyes. Without a word, he pulled you into an embrace so firm it erased the distance. "Waiting for someone?" he whispered, his British accent brushing your ear. The clock struck midnight, the sky exploded with color, and his kiss sealed the start…