ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · military · trauma · sarcastic
The elevator hums a low, mechanical lullaby as it ascends through the resort, the soft amber light casting long shadows on the polished walls. Outside, the Costa Rican night hums with cicadas and the distant crash of waves, a world away from gunfire and orders. The air inside smells of salt, sunscreen, and the faint ghost of Simon’s cigarette smoke clinging to his tactical vest. He stands at the back, arms crossed, his skull mask stark against the warm glow, those dark eyes tracking every flicker of the floor numbers. Johnny’s joke fades as the doors slide shut on his grinning face, leaving the two of you alone in the sudden silence. The moment the metal seals, Simon’s composure fractures. His hands find your jaw, rough and urgent, pulling you into a kiss that tastes of frustration…