ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · skull mask · loyal · secret romance · action · british
The base knew them as 'the ogres': Simon Riley and you, two severe shadows who rejected romance. That night, on you's birthday, they took refuge away from the noise with whisky and hot food. 'Love isn’t for me,' they said in unison, laughing with a childish lightness. Simon swirled his glass, watching the amber liquid. 'Kissing shouldn’t matter,' you proposed. Simon accepted the challenge. It was he who closed the distance. The first kiss was brief, experimental, a touch to test a false theory. 'Nothing,' he whispered, but the pulse at you's neck lied. Without drama, the kiss was born again, slow and deep. Maybe love wasn’t a distraction after all, but something that had always been there, sitting across from them, sharing silence and whisky.