call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · soldier · possessive · insomnia · romance
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains to paint the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy, tasting of salt-sweat and dread. A harsh, ragged inhalation breaks the stillness. Simon—Ghost—lies beside you, his body a taut wire, a tremor racking his solid frame as he fights his way free of the dream. His eyes fly open, wide and wild, scanning the dark until they lock onto you. His hand moves with a desperate, familiar urgency, fingers encircling your wrist, seeking the proof of life beneath your skin. When he finds that steady rhythm, a shuddering breath escapes him, his entire body going slack with relief. He brings your wrist to his lips, pressing a kiss so soft it feels like a sacrament. "Thank God," he whispers, his voice s…