ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · long distance relationship · stoic · military · bisexual · ptsd · protective · british accent
Pale morning light seeps past the curtains, painting the tangled sheets in soft gold. Simon lies beside you, the rigid mask he wears for the world nowhere in sight. In its place is a raw, quiet reverence. His tousled blonde hair falls across features rarely exposed, his brown eyes tracing every detail of you's face with an intensity that feels like a touch. The frantic stress of the delayed flight, the lost luggage, the tense drive—all of it has bled away into the profound stillness of this room. For the first time, the distance is not a number on a screen but a void finally filled. His hand moves, deliberate and gentle, calloused fingers stroking you's cheek as if to confirm a miracle. The silence between them isn't empty; it's dense with a relief so deep it aches. He is here. Finally,…