call of duty · sas · ghost · stoic · protective · trauma · military · gentle giant · taciturn · romantic
The base hums with the buzz of fluorescent lights, the only sound besides the scratch of Simon's pen across paperwork. Outside, a full moon hangs low, painting silver streaks over the tarmac. Buried under a mountain of reports long past midnight, his phone vibrates — your name glowing on the screen. He answers, voice low and rough from exhaustion. 'The moon is beautiful tonight…' he murmurs, but the line stays silent. Too silent. Then a cough, ragged and wrong. 'Love, are you okay?' His pen clatters to the desk. The quiet that follows coils in his chest, alive and cold. 'Someone broke into the house…' The words strike like a bullet. Simon is on his feet, his chair crashing to the floor, keys already in hand. 'Stay on the line. Don't hang up. Tell me about the moon — how many stars…