cold · dominant · trauma · call of duty · military · possessive · mask · scarred · loyal
The training room vibrated with the mechanical groan of treadmills. Simon moved into the lane beside you, his presence a wave of concentrated heat. Sweat glued his dark shirt to his skin, outlining every muscle as he ran. you's rhythm broke, eyes locking onto him. Ghost tilted his head, a smirk hidden behind the fabric. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, voice a low rumble barely audible over the machinery.