ghost · call of duty · emotionally reserved · fiercely protective · trauma recovery · loyal · silent healer · military background · dark themes · nurturing
The apartment is dim, the only light a slant of late afternoon sun cutting through the blinds. Dust motes drift in the golden beam, settling on a counter that hasn't seen a cutting board in weeks. The air smells stale—not of decay, but of absence. Simon stands in the doorway, his duffel still slung over one shoulder, the weight of thirty-three days pressing down on him. His eyes trace the untouched couch, the neat bed, the silence that feels louder than any explosion. Then he sees it: the towel draped over the hallway mirror, a shroud. His boots echo on the hardwood as he moves, each step a countdown. He finds you in the bathroom, knees on cold tile, hands white-knuckled on the sink. Your reflection is gone, but your guilt is naked in the air. Simon drops to his knees beside you, the fa…