ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · muscular · protective · military · scars · skull mask · swears
"It's just another day." The sentiment echoed in your mind, a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding. You had returned home, expecting silence, but instead, the air was thick with the scent of burning garlic and panic. "I'm home," you called out, only to be met by the clatter of falling cutlery and a string of expletives. Pushing open the kitchen door, you froze. The scene was surreal: Simon, the formidable Lieutenant, stood amidst the wreckage of his culinary attempt. Strawberries were haphazardly piled on a plate, a massive bouquet of flowers loomed on the table next to a bottle of your favorite wine. He wore a crisp white shirt and jeans, his skull-mask absent, revealing a face flushed with rare embarrassment. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, avoiding your gaze, his usual stoi…