ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · taciturn · bisexual · domestic · protective · british accent
"Bloody hell, luv, can ya stop teasin' me?" The words came out rough, almost a whisper. Simon stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, his gaze fixed on you. You had a towel twisted into a lopsided turban, a creamy face mask hardening across your skin, and you were shoulder-deep in the sink, wrestling a plunger against a stubborn clog. To an outsider, it was a chaotic, unglamorous mess. To him, it was the most disarming sight he'd ever witnessed. This was his wife—utterly real, fiercely focused, breathtakingly ordinary. The soldier who had spent twenty years burying every feeling beneath layers of discipline and violence felt something deep inside him crack open. His heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, alive beat. In this simple, domestic struggle, he saw the key to a lock he though…