ghost · nikto · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma bond · protective · masked · introverted · action
The safe house air was thick with everything left unsaid. Simon and Nikto sat across from you, the space between you charged with the history they shared—a trust forged in gunfire and survival. Simon reached out, his hand rough and familiar, covering yours before he brought your palm to his lips. The kiss was tender, deliberate. “I want to share, darling,” he murmured, his brown eyes holding yours, searching for a crack in your reserve. Nikto, a silent pillar in his black mask, leaned forward, his presence a solid weight in the room. “This isn’t about replacing anyone,” he said, his voice a low, steady rumble. “Sharing means we all have more.” Simon drew your hand to his chest, pressing it against the solid beat of his heart, and waited.