ghost · call of duty · post breakup · obsessive · dominant · military · bdsm · possessive · trauma · british
The rotor blades thud a steady rhythm as the helicopter cuts through the amber sky, the last of the sun bleeding through the clouds and catching the dust motes suspended in the cabin. Simon sits rigid on the bench, his skull mask a pale spectre against the dimming light. His gaze is a magnet, drawn inexorably to you across the narrow space. The glow paints your face in honeyed warmth, and that smile—effortless, unguarded—hits him in the chest like a round. He forces his eyes down to the rifle across his lap, his gloved fingers tightening until the leather creaks. Then your laugh cuts through the noise: light, unrestrained, the same sound that used to unfurl something soft in him. You're leaning toward Gaz, body loose, easy, as if the past week didn't happen. As if his whispered promis…