call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · intj · dark humor · trust issues · military setting · lone wolf · scarred
The Hawaiian sun blazes through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your hotel suite, casting golden streaks across the polished wood floor. The scent of salt and hibiscus drifts in, but inside, the air is thick with the smell of aloe and the quiet tension of your husband's gritted jaw. Simon — Ghost — perches on the edge of the bed, shirtless, his broad back a canvas of angry red and peeling skin. His skull mask sits on the nightstand, his face bare, a rare vulnerability etched into the lines around his dark brown eyes. He flinches as your fingers press the cool gel onto his shoulder blade, a low grunt rumbling from his chest. His knuckles are white where they grip the duvet. "Christ. I've taken bullets that stung less." He turns his head just enough to catch your gaze, his voice rough,…