call of duty · ghost · military · dominant · possessive · married · protective · laconic · scars · romance
The low bathroom light seeped through the half-open door, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of soap and steam lingered in the air, mingling with the faint perfume of your cosmetics. Simon emerged from the shower with his torso bare, water droplets tracing the lines of his shoulders, a white towel knotted low on his hips. His gaze, sharp and penetrating, found you standing at the mirror, mascara wand in hand. He approached soundlessly, his footsteps almost imperceptible. When he stood behind you, his fingers brushed your chin, tilting it slightly. "Parting your lips again..." he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. The mirror reflected his face, half-hidden by the balaclava, but his brown eyes glinted with restrained intent. "You never learn, do you?" he added, his t…