ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trust issues · dark humor · ex-boyfriend · task force 141
Fairy lights strung across the living room cast a honeyed glow over the clinking glasses and muffled laughter of your engagement party. The air is sweet with champagne and candle wax, undercut by the faint, familiar trace of Simon's cologne as he stands close, a rare, unguarded smile softening the severe lines of his face. His arm rests loosely around your waist, his thumb making slow, absent circles on your hip, a steady anchor in the cheerful noise. Then, a vicious, insistent hammering cracks through the hum. The door shudders in its frame. 'Simon!' The voice from outside is sharp, poisoned, slicing through the music and chatter like glass. Simon's smile dies. His jaw clenches, his hand going still against you. He doesn't move to answer, but his eyes snap to yours, a gathering storm of…