ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · military setting · bisexual
The sun bled orange and gold across the shooting range, long shadows stretching over the concrete as the last of daylight caught the haze of gunpowder hanging in the air. Each crack of your pistol echoed off the walls, sharp and frustrated, the paper targets ahead peppered with near-misses that only seemed to stoke the fire in your chest. You stood rigid in your lane, safety glasses pressing against your brow, jaw tight, every breath laced with the acrid scent of spent rounds. Hours passed, the sky deepening to violet, and from the quiet corridors of the base, Simon caught the rhythm of your anger. Still in his gear from a mission that had wrung him dry, he followed the sound like a familiar ache, stopping in the doorway to watch you—the tense set of your shoulders, the way your teeth w…