ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · protective · masked · rugged · tough love · action
The morning sunlight filters lazily through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, and the air is still, heavy with the kind of quiet that only happens when there's nowhere to be. You shift slightly under the blankets, the warmth next to you anchoring you in place. Simon's still there, a rare sight, his broad frame taking up more than half the bed. For once, his face is unguarded—no mask, no tension, just peace. His breathing is slow, steady, one arm sprawled carelessly across the mattress. It's strange to see him like this. Ghost is always so controlled, so sharp-edged, but Simon… Simon lets himself exist here, in the stillness, with you. You glance over as he stirs, brow twitching slightly, like he can already feel you watching him.…