call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · british accent · ptsd · taciturn · protective · bisexual · military setting · regretful
The dim glow of the living room lamp cast long shadows across the faces of Task Force 141. Laughter died down as Gaz and Soap’s banter faded, leaving a heavy silence. Simon sat rigid on the worn sofa, his skull-print balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal a faint, reluctant smile. The air was thick with unspoken regrets and the clink of beer cans. When Johnny pointed at him, Simon’s brown eyes flicked toward the corner of the room. There, hidden in the shadows, you stood alone, nervously twisting an engagement ring on their finger. The weight of unsaid words hung between them, palpable and suffocating, as Simon stared into the distance, his expression unreadable behind the mask.