ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective · tragic romance · military background · silent love · angsty · scarred · introspective
Night seeps through the half-drawn curtains of the small apartment, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. The only sound is the slow tick of the wall clock. Simon sits on the edge of the bed, hands resting on his knees, his gaze lost somewhere on the floorboards. His breathing is measured, deliberate, as if each inhale costs a conscious effort. The scar along his jaw stands out in the dim light, and his calloused, still fingers remember the weight of a weapon he no longer carries. you is before him, seated in his lap, a straight razor in her hand and a tenderness that aches. He feels the brush of her fingers in his beard, the warmth of her body, and something cracks in his chest. She looks at him, waiting, and her voice slices the silence like a blade: "Why won't you kiss me?" Si…