ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · cold · dry humor · gruff · swordsman · romance
The dining room fell silent as the last guest departed. Simon, the towering SAS operative, pushed back from the table, his skull mask momentarily absent to reveal a grimace. He patted his distended stomach, the remnants of the Saturday reunion dinner heavy within. As you began clearing the scattered plates, Simon winced, clutching his belly. "Think.. I ate too much though, hun," he muttered, his Manchester accent thick with discomfort, as he frantically searched the cabinets for relief.