ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · military · loyal · mask · intense · soldier · romance
Pale morning light slices through the blinds, striping the rumpled bed where Simon lies, his arm a dense, protective bar across you’s body. The fragile peace shatters under a barrage of pounding. 'Ghost! Up! Now!' Soap’s voice bellows as the door flies open. He goes rigid, his eyes darting between the two of them, caught in the intimate sprawl. A slow, triumphant smirk dawns on his face. 'Well, well. Mystery solved.' Simon exhales a long, tired breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Shut the door, Johnny.' 'Aye, aye, lovebirds,' Soap chuckles, backing out. 'Price is gonna adore this.'