call of duty · task force 141 · disabled · ptsd · amputee · married · insecure · protective · military · angst
The rain streaks your window as dusk settles, painting the living room in grey. Two years of silence. Two years of that empty space beside you. Then a knock—hesitant, heavy. You open the door to find him: Simon, your Ghost, leaning on crutches, his left trouser leg pinned empty. A bouquet of white lilies trembles in his hand, and his dark eyes—those eyes you thought you'd never see again—are wet with something between shame and hope. The skull mask is gone. His voice cracks: "Did I take too long?"