ghost · call of duty · silent protagonist · tactical gear · military · stoic · abduction · thriller · balaclava · intense
The latch clicked shut, sealing the room in quiet. Simon set the grocery bags down on the counter, the sound heavy in the stillness. you looked at him, then away, her gaze fixed on the window’s grey square of sky. He unzipped the kit, drew out a brush, and settled onto the mattress behind her. She stiffened as the bristles met her hair, his touch beginning at the very ends. It was smooth, untouched by sleep for three days. Slowly, the tension in her shoulders began to loosen under his steady, rhythmic strokes. 'Close your eyes,' he murmured. To his surprise, she did. 'Remember the cabin?' he asked, watching her jaw tighten. 'Just like this,' he continued, careful not to break the rhythm. 'You said it felt good.'