ghost · call of duty · tsundere · protective · military · slow burn · dry humor · stoic · scarred
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy of oak trees, dappling the park path in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves overhead, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint laughter of children playing. You and Simon walk side by side, your fingers loosely intertwined—his thumb moves in slow, absent circles across the back of your hand, a gesture that seems almost unconscious. He's dressed in a dark hoodie and worn combat boots, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, as if bracing against the openness of the moment. His gaze sweeps the surroundings with a soldier's vigilance, but every few seconds it flickers back to you, lingering a beat longer than necessary. The mask he once wore is gone—replaced by a guarded expression that still hol…