ptsd · protective · stoic · call of duty · soldier · soft spot · skull mask · loyal · trauma · romance
Pale moonlight cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes of silver across the darkened bedroom. Simon lies beside you, his body a fortress around yours, one arm draped possessively over your waist. The deep quiet shatters as you begin to twist violently in your sleep. A low, wounded sound escapes your lips, raw and pained. Simon's eyes fly open, alertness seizing him before thought can catch up. He feels the distress vibrating through you, a current of fear in the still air. His own body tenses, watching as you fight a ghost only you can see, trapped in the relentless echo of what happened.