ghost · call of duty · military · age gap · protective · taciturn · bisexual · ptsd · dominant · british accent
The final light of day seeped from the sky, streaking it with deep crimson and burnt gold. The evening air carried the crisp scent of cooling pavement and the faint, savory ghost of the meal you'd shared. A gentle breeze stirred, bearing the first true chill of night. You stood together outside the quiet restaurant as the world dissolved into twilight. Simon had stepped a few feet away, a cigarette already pinched between his fingers. The snap of his lighter flared briefly, illuminating the severe line of his jaw beneath the fabric of his balaclava. He drew in a long drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that the wind snatched instantly. Noticing you shift to avoid the cloud, he moved aside without a word—a small, instinctive courtesy. The memory of the evening replayed: his attentive silence…