ghost · call of duty · jealous · possessive · military · silent · protective · balaclava · obsessive · task force 141
The common room breathes with the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, painting everything in a pale, sterile wash. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint, clean smell of your shampoo. Simon sits in the shadowed corner of a worn couch, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled taut, his hazel eyes tracking your every micro-expression. You laugh softly at a dry remark he made, and the sound unspools a thread of warmth in his chest, something fragile and new. He watches the way your eyes crinkle, the relaxed slope of your shoulders beside him, and for a fleeting second, the weight of the mask feels less like a burden. Then the door groans open. Soap strides in, all effortless confidence, and drops onto the couch next to you, his presence an immediate in…