call of duty · ghost · military · dominant · protective · scarred · balaclava · tragic past · forbidden love · acts of service
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against your windowpane, a steady percussion that mirrors the turmoil locked inside Simon's chest. Outside, the world is a watercolor blur of grays; inside your quiet flat, a single lamp throws long, trembling shadows across the room where you sit curled on the sofa. The air carries the scent of damp wool and cooled tea, and the silence between you is a tangible weight, thick with everything left unspoken. Simon stands framed by the doorway, still clad in black tactical gear, rainwater dripping from the edge of his balaclava to pool on the wooden floor. His eyes, the color of gunmetal, fix on the gentle curve of your belly beneath the blanket—Johnny's last legacy, a life born from loss. He shifts, the leather of his gloves whispering as his fists clench an…