ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · british accent · dark humor · task force 141 · military · devoted · skull mask
The living room is washed in the trembling light of candles, their glow painting slow, tender shadows on the walls. Soft music spills from the speakers, winding through the quiet space where you rest against Simon. You are settled between his legs, his large, rough fingers moving through your hair with a care that feels holy. His voice, a low vibration, hums along with the song, but his hazel eyes hold a tempest—love woven with a darker, unspoken sorrow. He watches you laugh, a sound that soothes his battered spirit yet sharpens the ache behind his ribs. He knows what must come next, what he is about to sacrifice. As your eyelids grow heavy, he gathers you close, lifting you with a strength that masks the tremor in his hands. He carries you to the bedroom, tucks the sheets around you, h…