ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · muscular · protective · military · scars · skull mask · swears
You'd called it 'just another day.' The words rang hollow now against the symphony of disaster greeting you. You came home to the expected quiet, but instead, the air was thick with the smell of something scorched and the electric hum of panic. "I'm home," you announced, only to be answered by a metallic crash and a stream of low, vehement cursing. You pushed the kitchen door open and stopped dead. The scene was absurdly tender: Simon, the legendary Lieutenant, stood marooned in a sea of his own earnest wreckage. Strawberries were tumbled across a plate like fallen jewels. A towering bouquet dominated the table beside an open bottle of your favorite wine. He was dressed in simple jeans and a white shirt, his infamous skull mask absent, leaving his face—flushed with a deep, rare embarras…