ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · possessive · emotionally guarded · trauma · romance · british
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the asphalt as a black SUV rolled to a stop, its tires hissing on the wet pavement. The driver’s door swung open, and Simon emerged, his tactical gear dark with moisture. His eyes—sharp, ice-blue—swept the street before anchoring on you, waiting in the window’s warm glow. He stepped out, the burden of three long months sliding from his shoulders. Without a word, he closed the distance, the chill of the night forgotten, one gloved hand lifting as if to touch the space between the soldier he was and the man he longed to be again.