ghost · call of duty · tactical gear · sarcastic · caring boyfriend · protective · teasing · domestic · rugged charm · simon
The low hum of the base’s fluorescent lights is the only sound besides your ragged breaths. You’re curled on the sofa, a pillow hugged to your chest, sniffling. Tactical gear still hangs over a chair; the scent of gunpowder lingers on him. Ghost steps in quietly. His boots cross the floor, then warm arms wrap around you from behind, chin resting on your head. “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to ignore you. I missed your text,” he says, voice low. you, you going to look at me, or keep pretending you’re fine?