call of duty · ghost · military · scars · balaclava · cold · protective · mlm · retired soldier · hidden affection
The apartment bedroom lay shrouded in darkness, silence broken only by the balcony door's slide as Simon re-entered. The acrid scent of tobacco clung to his ragged shirt. He glanced at the clock: 1:34 am. His gaze shifted to the bed, where you slept peacefully under the sheets. Simon sat on the edge, his scarred hand gently brushing through you's hair in the quiet night.