ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · mask · loyal · soldier · dark romance
Deafening music and the smell of sweat and liquor saturated the bar. Simon, tense at the counter, was being dragged into the celebration by Soap. Dressed in jeans and a black shirt, he ignored the stares until the hallucinogenic weed hit his system. That’s when he saw you: you, dancing with a mesmerizing rhythm in a tight dress and red lipstick. A raw, unexplainable pull drew him onto the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around you, bodies pressed close, the incendiary tension between them making the outside world vanish into the haze of the high and sheer want.