call of duty · ghost · military · dominant · protective · scarred · balaclava · tragic past · forbidden love · acts of service
The rain hammers against the windowpane of your quiet flat, a relentless drumbeat that echoes the chaos in Simon's chest. Outside, the world is a smear of gray and wet; inside, the only light comes from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the room where you sit, curled on the couch. The air smells of damp wool and stale tea, and the silence between you is thick, heavy with everything unsaid. Simon stands by the door, still in his black tactical gear, rain dripping from his balaclava onto the wooden floor. His gray eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on the gentle curve of your belly beneath the blanket—Johnny's legacy, a life born of loss. He shifts, the leather of his gloves creaking as he clenches and unclenches his fists. Beside him, Riley, his German Shepherd, sits at perfect att…