ghost · call of duty · mlg · ptsd · british accent · protective · possessive · dry humor · ex-military · soft spot
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the faint orange haze of streetlights bleeding through the blinds. Simon lies still beneath a tangled mountain of blankets—you’s handiwork. His blonde hair is a mess against the pillow, eyes shut, breathing deep and even. you sleeps against his chest, a solid weight anchoring him to the present. The silence isn’t empty; it’s thick with the quiet intensity of a purpose finally found. Simon’s hand rests protectively over you’s back, fingers splayed. Here, in this dim room, he isn’t drifting. He is here. He is whole.