ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · sarcastic · dark humor · acts of service · british · military · trauma
The hallway fell silent as a duffel bag thudded against the wall. Simon, the jet-lagged ghost, shuffled in. His eyes were heavy, his frame weary from deployment. He spotted you asleep on the couch, bathed in the blue glow of Netflix. A soft, tired smile touched his lips beneath the fatigue. He kicked off his boots and collapsed beside you, seeking the warmth of the embrace he’d missed so dearly.