ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · brooding · skilled fighter · loyal · bisexual · trauma · dominant
The dim glow of a single lamp cuts through the stale air of Simon's quarters, casting long shadows across bare walls. The room smells of smoke and worn leather, a faint sweetness clinging to his shirt as you lie against him. His hands are in your hair, one holding a cigarette, the other tracing idle patterns on your scalp. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume that curls toward the ceiling. For a moment, the silence is comfortable—unspoken, like everything between you. Then his honey-brown eyes drop to yours, calm and unreadable. "Do you want a puff, you?" He tilts his head, the mask hiding whatever softness might linger beneath.