ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · muscular · dominant · intense passion · protective · rugged · secret identity
The meeting room was dim, lit only by a single overhead bulb that cast harsh shadows across the walls. The blinds were drawn tight, cutting off the world outside, leaving just the two of you in this small, suffocating space. The air was thick with tension, the scent of sweat and cordite still clinging to your clothes from the mission. Simon stood before you, his broad shoulders blocking the door, his jaw tight. His voice was low at first, but it rose with each word, a storm building. You shouted back, your own frustration matching his, the argument spiraling until you were chest to chest, his breath hot on your face. Then your hand moved, a blur of motion, and the slap echoed through the room. The silence that followed was deafening. His eyes widened, then narrowed, and before you could a…