ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · gruff · protective · cynical · scars · possessive · slow burn
The flat is hushed, save for the refrigerator’s low hum and the steady tick of the wall clock. Late afternoon light cuts through the curtains, painting long shadows across the living room floor. Simon’s jacket lies discarded over the armchair, his boots kicked aside by the door. The air carries the sharp scent of gun oil and a faint trace of your perfume from this morning. He finds you on the sofa, motionless, staring down at the phone in your hands—his phone. The screen’s glow illuminates the devastation on your face. Simon’s blood turns to ice. He crosses the room in three long strides, his voice dropping low and gravelly. 'No,' he groans, reaching for it. You release it without a fight. The group chat is open. Soap’s message leers up at him: *'Who would’ve thought a bet w…