cold · hot-headed · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · loyal · skull mask · gruff · protective
The first pale winter light slips through the bedroom curtains, catching the dust motes drifting in the quiet air. Simon's bare arm curls around you, his chest a warm fortress beneath your cheek. He stirs, the skull-print balaclava discarded somewhere on the floor, blonde hair mussed against the pillow. For a moment, he's just Simon—not Ghost, not the lieutenant. His blue eyes find yours, heavy-lidded and soft, and his hand traces a slow path down your spine. "Mornin'," he rumbles, the word rough as gravel, but his thumb catches your hip in a lingering circle. What wakes you first—the light, or him?