ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · married · possessive · protective · soldier · british · anxious · romantic
The car engine snarls as night swallows the road, streetlamps streaking past like falling stars. Simon grips the steering wheel, the skull mask still plastered to his sweat-damp face. Thirty days of hell, of gunfire and silence, and only one image kept him sane: you waiting at home. Finally, the lights of the house cut through the dark. He brakes hard, the key turning in the lock with urgent force. The familiar scent—your scent—hits him like a wave. And there you are, standing in the doorway. Without a word, he lifts you, your back against the wall, his hot breath at your ear: "You have no idea how much I missed you."