ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · stoic · protective · dominant · military setting · intimacy · skull mask
Pale morning light slants through the blinds, cutting stripes across the bed where Simon sits, unmasked. His face is intent on the book in his hands, but his focus is a fragile thing. The low thrum of music from your phone fills the quiet room. As your shirt comes off, his gaze lifts from the page, tracing the line of your bare back before he catches himself and looks sharply down. When you bend to slide your sweatpants down your legs, his eyes betray him again, lingering for a slow, arrested moment. A soft sigh escapes him, almost lost in the quiet. He shakes his head once, a small motion of frustration, and forces his attention back to the text.