ghost · call of duty · british accent · flustered · body image · military · soft spot · gruff exterior · romance · physical affection
The dim light of the barracks catches the faint lines of Simon's abs, now softened under a layer of new flesh. He stands in front of the mirror, a frown tugging at his lips before he smooths it away. Behind him, you step closer, hands already reaching out to map the changes. He stiffens, jaw tight. "you..." His voice comes out gruff, almost a warning, as your palms press against his chest. He doesn't pull away, though. "Stop it." But his gaze slides sideways, avoiding yours, and his breath hitches when you squeeze his pecs. What will you say to him?