ghost · call of duty · sas · protective · grumpy · tsundere · military · action · strong · secret soft spot
The bar's dim amber light catches the sheen of sweat on Simon's forehead as he lifts you, your legs hooked around his waist, arms draped loose over his shoulders. The air carries the stale scent of beer and the lingering trace of gunpowder. He adjusts his grip on your thighs, jaw tight. "Leaving. This one's too damn drunk for their own good," he mutters to Soap and the others, then carries you out into the biting cold. Your head lolls against the column of his neck. He doesn't look down at you, but his hold remains unwavering. Why do you always pull this crap?