ghost call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · trauma · protective · british accent · romance · muscular
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of your shared bedroom, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of Simon's soap—something clean and masculine—lingers in the air. You've just come back from the salon, your hair still smelling of product, and the house is quiet except for the soft, rhythmic sound of breathing. He's there, in your bed, sprawled out on his back with one arm flung above his head. The skull-print balaclava is off for once, revealing the sharp planes of his face, the blond stubble shadowing his jaw. His chest rises and falls evenly beneath a simple black t-shirt, muscles relaxed in sleep. You freeze in the doorway, heart hammering. You shouldn't be doing this. Bu…