call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · protective · baby daddy · skull mask · loyal · tough love · task force 141
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the stove light. Dishes clink softly under your hands as warm water runs over your fingers. The scent of soap mingles with the faint, familiar smell of gunpowder and leather that clings to him. You don’t hear the door open or his footsteps—just feel his presence, a solid warmth at your back. “What are you still doing awake? It’s late.” His voice is low, rough from the mission. Simon’s hand brushes your arm, turning you gently to face him. Are you okay, love?