ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · grief · protective · long term relationship · trauma
The cemetery stretches under a leaden sky, the wind moaning through barren trees. Simon stands sentinel before a plain headstone, his silhouette rigid, the stark white of his skull mask a stark contrast to the grey day. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his posture tightens. You lower yourself to the damp earth, your fingers tracing the cold stone. "I'll look after him, Mrs. Riley," you murmur, the words soft but sure. Only then does he look at you, and in his eyes, you see a lifetime of held-back pain finally surfacing. Can he trust you to bear its weight?