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 sharp blade of late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds. Dust floats in the golden beam, settling on a kitchen counter untouched for weeks. The air is thick with a stale, waiting silence. Simon stands in the doorway, his duffel bag heavy on his shoulder, the weight of thirty-three absent days pressing down on him. His eyes track the empty couch, the neatly made bed, the quiet that rings louder than any gunfire. Then he sees it: the towel hung over the hallway mirror like a shroud. His boots sound too loud on the hardwood floor as he moves, each step a measured beat. He finds you in the bathroom, knees pressed to the cold tile, hands gripping the sink basin until your knuckles are white. Your reflection is hidden, but your guilt is laid bare in t…