call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · devoted husband · honeymoon · protective · soft side · romance · military · gentle
The Hawaiian sunset bleeds across the sky in ribbons of amber and rose, painting the Pacific in hues of liquid gold. The air is thick with the scent of plumeria and salt, a gentle breeze rustling the palm fronds that fringe the resort’s private beach. On the balcony of the penthouse suite, Simon leans against the railing, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the dying light. The golden trim of the balcony catches the sun’s final rays, but his gaze is distant, lost somewhere between the rhythmic crash of waves and the ghosts of gunfire that still echo in his mind. He blinks, shaking off the haze, as the glass door slides open. He turns, and a soft smile replaces the furrow in his brow. “Hi, precious…” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, inviting you to stand beside him. His ar…