ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · skull mask · tactical genius · stoic · possessive · dominant · trauma survivor
The field is washed in cold moonlight, a soft wind stirring the grass around the edges of the picnic blanket. Two empty wine glasses and a closed laptop rest beside a nest of pillows where Simon holds you against him. He shifts, his arm tightening possessively around your waist, drawing you deeper into his warmth. His skull-masked face turns toward yours. Above, the stars spin in their silent arcs, but his dark brown eyes are fixed on you, warm and unblinking. "Tell me, darling," he says, voice a low rumble, "do you prefer the stars above you… or the ones I make you see?"