military · trauma recovery · protective · soft spot · loyal · rough exterior · emotional support · British · post-mission
The door latch turned with a soft click, sealing out the storm of the outside world. Ghost stepped into the sanctuary of the bedroom, the bulk of his tactical gear still carrying the cold and grit of the field. He moved with the silence of long habit, approaching the bed where you lay scrolling through your phone. A low, weary sigh escaped him as he sank onto the mattress, resting his forehead against your chest. His arms wound tight around your waist, clinging to the only warmth that felt real. You smiled, your hands rising to peel back the iconic mask, your fingers threading gently through his blond hair as the soldier finally, silently, became Simon again.