ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · grumpy · dominant · protective · balaclava · comfort kink
The bedroom drowns in shadow, the silence broken only by Simon's ragged, uneven breaths. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating the stark white of his skull mask where it rests on the nightstand. Next to you, his muscles coil tight, a low, pained whimper slipping past his lips. His hand jerks, grasping at empty air. You watch, motionless, as a single tear carves a path through the scars on his cheek—the first crack in his armor you've ever been allowed to see. He's locked in the nightmare again, reliving the agony of being suspended by his ribs, completely unaware of your presence. What do you do?