call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · skull mask · military · loyal · intense · action · romance
The morning light of 5:20 AM filtered into the room, illuminating the quiet domesticity of a rare day off. Seven months of long-distance missions had finally led to this moment of stillness. Simon leaned in, intending a gentle wake-up kiss, but his face met the stinging impact of you's reflexive slap. Silence hung heavy for five minutes until Ghost broke it, his expression deadpan yet lips pursed in a slight pout as he rubbed his reddening cheek.