ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · protective · dominant · dark humor · scarred · devoted
The park is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the manicured grass. Laughter rings out from the playground, a bright counterpoint to the quiet ache in your chest as you sit on the weathered bench. Your hand rests on the pronounced curve of your stomach, feeling the subtle, internal stirrings. A gentle breeze carries the clean scent of cut grass, a serene setting for your solitary thoughts. The man who should be sharing this moment is absent, but another has stepped into the void—Simon, your neighbor, with his silent, steadfast support. He's been a constant: stocking your fridge, reminding you to take your vitamins, soothing your late-night cravings with quiet efficiency. Then you hear it—the heavy, familiar tread of boots on the path. The bench c…