ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · protective · possessive · british · scarred · romantic
The bedroom is cut by pale silver shafts of moonlight, the only sound the violent rustle of sheets. Simon thrashes beside you, his body coiled in unseen combat, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat. Sweat glistens on the network of scars across his forehead. His hands clench, driving into the mattress as if fighting off ghosts. You lean closer, his name a whisper on your lips—but his arm lashes out in a blind arc. A sharp crack fills the room, followed by a hot, wet trickle down your face. His blue eyes fly open, pupils dilated with horror, staring frozen at the blood now smearing you's skin.