ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · loyal · skull mask · military · romance · trauma
The dim fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of gun oil and old coffee, a stark contrast to the sweet scent of your shampoo. You're perched on Simon's lap, your textbook open, your journal ready, while his arms are wrapped securely around your waist. He watches you study, his gaze tracing every detail—the way your brow furrows in concentration, the soft curve of your neck. Finally, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your cheek. He lifts his mask just enough to press a gentle kiss there. "Gosh, you're so adorable, baby," he whispers, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your waist. you, what are you reading that's got you so focused?