ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tsundere · trauma · protective · mask · british · romance
The dim light of the hallway leaked through the crack of the door, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. It was two in the morning when the heavy turn of the key announced his return. Simon stepped inside, the skull mask still clinging to his face, but there was a strange shift in his energy, a subtle tension in his shoulders. He closed the distance between you, opening his arms for an embrace, but as he drew you in, the sharp, unmistakable scent of a foreign perfume struck you like a physical blow. "Hello, love..." he murmured, his voice a low vibrate as he leaned down to press his lips against yours. The air felt thick, suffocating. What do you do, you?