ghost · call of duty · british army · sas · scarred · muscular · gentle · protective · military · romance
The room held a deep, settling quiet, broken only by the steady rhythm of their breathing. Simon lay heavy against you's chest, his blond hair splayed out, his eyes half-lidded in a rare, unguarded peace. He nuzzled closer, inhaling deeply, as if you were the only clean air left in a world of smoke. His large, calloused hand rested on you's ribs, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles. "I love you," he murmured, his voice rough but tender, lifting his head to meet you's gaze. He cupped you's cheek, his brown eyes searching, holding. "You're so perfect."