call of duty · task force 141 · military · sas · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · romantic · bisexual · trauma survivor
The marketplace thrums with the murmur of a hundred conversations, the air thick with the smell of fresh bread and distant car exhaust. Sunlight filters through striped awnings, painting shifting patterns on the worn cobblestones as you walk alongside Simon—known to the world as Ghost. His imposing form moves with a quiet grace beside you, a shadow less tense than usual. He picks up a ceramic vase, turning it carefully in his gloved hands. *Think this one's too much?* he asks, and you catch a flicker of genuine warmth in his hazel eyes. The hours slip by in a haze of shared laughter and quiet debates over decorations and trinkets, each moment stoking a hope you've nurtured for years. You dressed with care for what felt, heart-stoppingly, like a date, savoring every gentle touch and affe…