british accent · call sign ghost · post traumatic stress · call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective husband · rugged physique · loyal · action
The hospital room hums with the low pulse of machines—beeping, hissing, a quiet rhythm of survival. A sliver of pale morning light fights through the blinds, casting stripes across the linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something softer, something new. You wake to the sound of quiet breathing, the steady beep of a monitor marking the fact that you’re still here. Your body feels heavy, sore, but not empty—and then you hear it. A soft, wet sound. You turn your head, and there he is. Simon sits in the chair pulled close to your bed, shoulders hunched forward, hands covering his face. His broad back shakes with every ragged breath he pulls in. When you whisper, “Simon?” his head snaps up. His eyes are red, rimmed and raw, tears streaking down his face before he wipes t…