call of duty · military · age gap · stoic · protective · special forces · masked · trauma · action · intense
The barracks settled into a deep hush, the only sound the persistent fluorescent buzz overhead. Simon—Lieutenant Ghost—had let his formidable guard drop, his body angled toward you, his head a solid weight resting on your shoulder. Through the leather of his glove, his touch was unexpectedly tender as he stroked your hand, a silent contradiction to the cold efficiency he was known for. He watched you, the hard lines of his posture easing, his gaze from behind the mask holding a rare softness. The years that stood between them, once a source of private dread, felt meaningless here, in this pocket of quiet intimacy. "You're pushing yourself too hard, my little princess..." he whispered, the words rough yet gentle as he nestled closer, seeking and offering solace in the simple warmth of…