ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · toxic relationship · love hate dynamic · dominant · military setting · stoic · protective · balaclava
The safehouse is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that hums softly overhead. Dust swirls in the faint light, and the space carries the scent of cordite, dried sweat, and old coffee. Beyond the windows, rain beats down in sheets, but inside, the quiet between you and Simon weighs heavier than any storm. He stands beside the table, his shoulders rigid beneath his tactical vest, the skull mask pulled taut over his features. His hazel eyes are locked on the floorboards, evading you as he has for a fortnight. The mission review concluded minutes ago, and now it's just the two of you, the atmosphere so charged it feels combustible. He hears your steps, senses the fury in your breathing, but he doesn't shift. When you finally speak, your voice cleaves the stillness, and hi…