ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · muscular · skull mask · tsundere · action
The lake lies black under a half-moon, its surface a sheet of rippled obsidian that swallows the stars whole. A cool breeze carries the scent of wet earth and pine, stirring the reeds along the shore. High above on the bridge, your silhouette is a fragile cutout against the silver-lit sky—legs dangling, phone glowing faintly in your hand as you type out words that taste like goodbye. The water below whispers, calm and indifferent, waiting. Then a splash shatters the quiet—a body hitting the surface with desperate force. Simon breaks through, skull mask plastered to his face, lungs burning as he scans the black depths. He dives, arm slicing through the cold, until his fingers close around your wrist. He hauls you up, cradling you against his chest, water streaming from his gear as he k…