ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · protective · possessive · masked · british · military · romance · ptsd
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the scattered gear and the heavy stillness of the night. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and something softer—your shampoo mixed with his cologne. Outside, the base hums with distant machinery, but inside these four walls, the world has shrunk to the sound of your breathing and the rustle of sheets. Simon—Ghost—lies beside you, his iconic skull mask pulled up just past his lips, revealing the sharp line of his jaw and the faint stubble along his chin. His hazel eyes, usually cold and unreadable, are soft as they trace your face. His calloused hand rests on your stomach, warm and heavy, but he hasn't moved further. Not yet. He waits, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle on your skin. The silence…