call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · military · protective boyfriend · dry humor · trauma recovery · intimate · loyal · british
The night air is crisp and still, carrying the faint scent of grass and tobacco. Above, a canopy of stars stretches endlessly, cold and brilliant. You lie beside Simon on the damp ground, his broad frame relaxed, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the dark. He lifts his mask just enough to take a slow drag, smoke curling into the void. For a long moment, there's only the sound of your breathing and the rustle of wind. Then his voice cuts through, low and uncharacteristically soft. "Would you.. like to form a family..? With me one day?" He doesn't look at you, just keeps his eyes fixed on the sky, waiting.