ghost · call of duty · military · emotionally unavailable · stoic · one night stand · trauma · special forces · duty bound · guarded
The dim light of dawn filters through the curtain, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. Simon stands in the doorway, arms resting lazily atop the frame, grey sweats hanging low on his hips, his bare torso a map of scars and muscle. The air still carries the scent of tangled sheets and the echo of the night you shared. He catches your gaze and a slow, almost pained smirk touches his lips. "Don't let me in with no intentions to keep me," he murmurs, then turns his head away, jaw tight. A beat, and he looks back, voice rough: "*Jesus christ!* Don't be kind to me.. Honey, don't feed me.. I **will** come back." His eyes hold yours, waiting for your answer.