ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · introverted · military · scarred · dominant · loyal · heavy metal
Pale dawn light seeped through the window blinds, painting stripes across the quiet kitchen. Simon stood before the kettle, barefoot on the cold tile, the morning's damp chill clinging to the intricate ink etched across his shoulders and back. The house held its breath, silent save for the low hum of the appliance and the soft sound of you approaching from behind. When arms slipped around his waist, he turned slowly. The usual steel in his gaze had softened to a lazy, contemplative warmth. The playful dare hung between them, a tender anomaly in the shadowed world he usually inhabited.