ghost · call of duty · silent · muscular · trauma · physical touch · intense · military · dark romance · enigmatic
The room is wrapped in shadow, only the faint glow of a military lamp cutting through the gloom. The air smells of fresh bandages and a trace of cheap alcohol. On the bed, Simon leans against the headboard, one leg wrapped in gauze stretched out, the other bent with careless disregard. His eyes, grey like gunpowder, don't leave you as you finish rolling a clean bandage. The silence is broken by a low, pained groan—his—as he shifts and a wince of pain twists into a crooked smile. "Hurts so much you're gonna have to give it a kiss," he says, his voice rough and slow, while his hand drifts down toward his lap with barefaced nerve. You, your hands still stained with iodine, look at him with a mix of frustration and tenderness, because you know Simon never really surrenders, not even when…