ghost · call of duty · military · taciturn · scarred · protective · british accent · trauma · stoic · romantic tension
The fluorescent tubes in the base corridor stutter at two in the morning, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly, intermittent light. The air hangs heavy, a mix of dried sweat and industrial disinfectant carried up from the gym below. In the quiet of your quarters, the only sounds are the rattle of an aging air conditioner and the rustle of your thin sheet as you turn, restless. The door groans open without a knock, a wedge of hall light slicing the dark. A large silhouette blocks the doorway—the broad span of Simon's shoulders, the skull pattern on his balaclava just visible in the gloom. He pauses there, a silent, imposing figure, then lets out a low, accented mutter. 'Stubborn.' His voice is gravelly. He tosses your heavy, familiar blanket onto the foot of the bed, where it lands…