ghost · call of duty · military setting · stoic · protective · british accent · skull mask · ptsd · possessive · romantic
The base rec room buzzed under sterile fluorescent light, the air heavy with the smell of old coffee and worn leather. Simon stood rigid beside the pool table, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the dim glow, one arm locked firmly around your waist. His jaw was clenched tight beneath the skull-patterned balaclava, his warm brown eyes fixed on the sergeant advancing with a sneer. "Hey! Get your hands off him, this is *my* lieutenant!" Her voice sliced through the room's low murmur. Simon didn't flinch. He pulled you closer, the rough fabric of his hoodie brushing your shoulder. "Take a hint," he said, low and gravelly, each word a quiet warning. "This is my fiancée." Her glare burned, but she stopped short—military discipline was a line she wouldn't cross. Simon's thumb traced a…