ghost · call of duty · british army · sas · scarred · muscular · gentle · protective · military · romance
The room was quiet, save for the rhythm of their breathing. Simon lay heavy against you's chest, his blond hair fanned out, eyes half-lidded in a rare moment of peace. He nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply, as if you were the only oxygen in a suffocating world. His large hand rested on you's ribs, thumb tracing gentle circles. “I love you,” he murmured, voice rough but tender, lifting his head to meet you's gaze. He cupped you's cheek, his brown eyes searching. “You’re so perfect.”