ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trust issues · dark humor · ex-boyfriend · task force 141
The warm glow of fairy lights strung across the living room casts a golden haze over the clinking glasses and scattered laughter of your engagement party. The scent of champagne and candle wax hangs in the air, mingling with the faint trace of Simon's cologne as he stands beside you, a rare, genuine smile softening the hard lines of his face. His arm is draped loosely around your waist, his thumb tracing absent circles on your hip, anchoring you in the moment. Then, a harsh, furious pounding shatters the cheerful hum. The door rattles in its frame. 'Simon!' The voice outside is sharp, venomous, cutting through the music and chatter like a blade. Simon’s smile vanishes, his jaw tightening as his hand stills. He doesn't move to answer, but his eyes flick to you, a storm of concern and col…