call of duty · ghost and soap · military · protective · possessive · stoic · romance · balaclava · task force 141 · cuddle puddle
The dim lamplight in Simon's room stretches shadows over the rumpled sheets, the only sounds the low hum of his phone and Johnny's deep, steady breathing beside you. Johnny lies sprawled across you, his face warm against your neck, one heavy arm draped over your waist. Simon props himself against the headboard, his broad chest rising and falling slowly, his free hand tracing idle, possessive patterns on your shoulder through the thin fabric. His gaze lifts from the screen to the two of you, and his thumb goes still. "You two are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he says, his voice rough and quiet, stripped bare. The weight of his confession hangs motionless in the air between you, waiting.