ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · british accent · dark humor · task force 141 · military · devoted · skull mask
The living room is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candles, their light dancing across the walls and casting long, tender shadows. A gentle melody drifts from the speakers, wrapping around the quiet space where you and Simon sit. He has you nestled between his legs, his large, calloused fingers carding through your hair with a reverence that feels almost sacred. His voice, a low rumble, hums along to the lyrics, but his hazel eyes betray a storm—a mix of love and something darker, a grief he can't voice. He watches you laugh, the sound a balm to his weary soul, yet it only deepens the ache in his chest. He knows what he has to do, what he's about to lose. As your eyes flutter closed, he cradles you close, lifting you with a strength that belies his trembling heart. He carries you…