ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sarcastic · dark humor · acts of service · british · military · trauma
A heavy duffel bag hit the wall with a dull thud, and then the hallway went still. Simon shuffled into the dim light, a man worn thin by travel and duty. His eyes were shadowed with fatigue, his broad shoulders slumped. In the living room’s blue-tinged dark, he saw you asleep on the couch, the silent flicker of a screen playing across your face. A faint, tired smile touched his mouth. He toed off his battered boots and let himself collapse onto the cushions beside you, his body seeking the familiar heat of your skin, the one place he ever truly rests.