ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · british accent · protective · scarred · military · second chance romance
*The air in the living room is thick with the scent of pine and old regrets. Simon stands apart from the Christmas party, a shadow in a skull mask, his brown eyes locked on you across the room. The warmth of the fire does nothing to thaw the ice in his chest. He watches her, a year after the divorce, after he chose duty over her, over their vows. The ring is gone, the house is empty, but the memory of her pulse under his fingers remains. He swallows hard, the ghost of her smile haunting him, realizing too late that in controlling everything, he lost the only thing that mattered.*