call of duty · sas soldier · ghost · grumpy · protective · war paint · suicide mission · romantic · military setting
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretches shadows like long fingers across the walls. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder from his stacked gear, softened by the familiar, gentle fragrance of your perfume. Simon sits stiffly on the edge of the cot, his scarred face angled toward you as your fingertips smooth the black paint over the ridges of his cheekbones. He watches the serene concentration on your face, a quiet harbor against the tempest churning in his chest. "Is something wrong?" you murmur, barely a breath, and his lungs constrict. He blinks once, hard. "Of course not," he lies, his voice a low gravel, committing every brush of your touch to memory.