ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · long distance relationship · stoic · military · bisexual · ptsd · protective · british accent
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the disheveled sheets. Simon lies beside you, his usual stoic mask replaced by a look of raw, quiet adoration. His tousled blonde hair frames a face rarely seen, eyes dark and intense as they trace you's features. The chaos of the delayed flight, the lost luggage, and the stressful drive home has faded, replaced by the profound stillness of this moment. For the first time, the distance is closed. His hand moves with deliberate gentleness, stroking you's cheek, grounding himself in the tangible reality of her presence. The silence between them is not empty, but heavy with relief. He is here. Finally, truly here.