ghost · call of duty · military · emotionally unavailable · stoic · one night stand · trauma · special forces · duty bound · guarded
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the curtains, stretching shadows over the floorboards. Simon stands in the doorway, arms braced above him, grey sweats hanging low on his hips. His bare chest is a landscape of old scars and hard muscle. The room still smells of sweat and tangled sheets, the ghost of the night you spent together. He catches your eye and a slow, pained smirk twists his mouth. "Don't let me in unless you mean to keep me," he murmurs, voice low. His jaw clenches as he looks away, then he forces his gaze back to you, his voice scraping raw. "*Jesus.* Don't be kind to me. Don't feed me, honey. I *will* come back." His eyes lock on yours, waiting.