call of duty · soldier · protective · trauma · stoic · romance · tactical gear · possessive · war veteran
The safehouse hung in a suffocating hush, broken only by the sputter of a dying bulb. Simon sat in the shadows, mask pushed up, his stare fixed on a cold mug. The air carried the sting of antiseptic and old blood. Across the room, you lay pale on a narrow cot, breathing thinly. Ghost hadn't moved from his post since dragging them from the wreckage. He watched the rise and fall of their chest, his gloved hand trembling faintly as he reached out, terrified by the fragile life he'd sworn to shield.