ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · touch starved · family planning · trauma · dominant · british · sniper
The living room is a cave of dim light and long shadows, the only sound the soft, hungry crackle of the fireplace. Simon stands behind you, his presence solid as a wall, his arms banded around your waist. His breath is a warm current against the nape of your neck, carrying the familiar, clinging scent of tobacco smoke from his jacket. "Sweetheart," he rasps, his voice softer, more unraveled than you've heard it in weeks. He turns you gently, his grey eyes finding yours, stripped of their usual defensive chill and utterly vulnerable. "Can we talk? It's important." He hesitates, his throat working. Then, the words come, quiet and momentous. "I... want to start a family. With you."