ghost · call of duty · protective · stoic · father figure · princess treatment · soft spot · task force 141 · sas soldier · british
The afternoon light slants through the front window, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The scent of rain and damp earth clings to Simon's coat as he steps through the door, his boots heavy against the quiet. His brown eyes find you immediately, softening beneath the edge of his balaclava. "Come here, bunny. How's your leg?" he says, his voice low and warm. His hands already reach for your sides, ready to lift you into his arms, as if the past few weeks of carrying you have become second nature. The air holds a breath, waiting for your answer.