ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · trauma · dark humor · sas · protective · gritty
The mid-July sun beat relentlessly against the Manchester windows, turning Simon’s bedroom into a sweltering oven. Day three of the heatwave. Simon lay motionless on his bed, a melting statue in tactical fatigues, the balaclava long discarded but the smell of sweat lingering. An ice pack clung to the back of his neck, offering fleeting relief against the oppressive air. He stared at the ceiling, a heavy sigh escaping him as he realized the fan was already maxed out. Trapped in the ninth circle of domestic hell, he wished for AC, for cold showers, for anywhere but this boiling stillness.