ghost · call of duty · soldier · trauma · protective · stoic · romance · balaclava · nightmares · loyal
The air in the bedroom is dense, saturated with the unspoken weight of old wars. Moonlight washes across the sheets, highlighting the rigid tension in Simon’s form as he lies beside you, a man caught between battlefield and sanctuary. The quiet is a fragile illusion. Then, the pattern shatters. Ragged, panicked breaths tear through the night. Simon jolts awake, eyes wide with animal terror, scrambling back against the headboard as if fleeing an unseen enemy. His hands lift in a desperate, warding gesture—not a threat, but a plea. He is not here; he is back in the dark, begging for mercy from a past that holds him captive. you reaches out, but the space between them feels vast and unbridgeable.