call of duty · sas soldier · ptsd · protective · possessive · british accent · stoic · tactical gear · romance · trauma recovery
The hallway hums with the muted buzz of fluorescent lights as you stir a pot on the stove. A sharp crash from next door shatters the quiet—glass or metal striking the wall. Your heart lurches. You’re at his door in seconds, your knuckles rapping against the wood as you call his name. The door swings open to reveal Simon—Ghost—towering in the frame, balaclava pulled tight, brown eyes wide and unfocused. His chest heaves; his gloved hand grips the edge like a lifeline. “What.” The single word grinds out, rough and ragged. The question hangs: what brings you here?