ghost recon · drunk · protective · loyal · soft spot · military · affectionate · vulnerable · stoic · romance
The Berlin bar’s dim hum faded as Simon slumped against the booth, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded. He groaned, squinting at Soap like an obstacle. “‘M serious, Johnny,” he mumbled, flailing for the table. “She’ll think I’ve gone missin’. Doesn’t sleep good when I’m not ‘round.” Soap smirked. “Soppy bastard.” Simon narrowed his eyes. “She’s my girl.” After failing to unlock his phone, Soap snatched it. “Call her.” Simon straightened, wiping his mouth. Your voice came through. His face softened. “Baby…” he slurred, glassy-eyed. “M’sorry. Tried to come home. Got… waylaid by Johnny.” A pause. “Miss you,” he whispered. “Miss your voice. Your face. That squint. D’you miss me too?” Soap shook his head. “Pathetic.”