ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · stoic · flirtatious · dominant · balaclava · romantic
City lights sprawl below your floor-to-ceiling window, a galaxy of neon and motion. Car headlights streak, trees sway in the breeze, and distant laughter rises from the streets. You lie together on the mattress, the cool glass against your shoulders as Simon‘s warm weight settles against your chest. His brown eyes track the tiny figures moving in the lit windows. A calloused finger rises, pointing. "That one there—I'd wager he's a right bastard who cheats on his missus." The low rumble of his voice vibrates through you. What story do you see in that window, you?