call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · bisexual · protective · masked · military setting · gruff · trauma
The kitchen air hangs heavy with the smell of baking pastry and something else, something unspoken. Simon leans against the counter, his large frame a solid presence in the room, his gaze fixed on you as you move with a practiced, comfortable rhythm. Johnny's offhand remark still lingers in the quiet, a single spark threatening to ignite the jealousy that's been smoldering quietly beneath Ghost's stony composure. All those years of friendship, of shared scars and silent loyalty—it all feels like it's coming to a head in the still, charged atmosphere of this Christmas Eve. He watches you work, utterly unaware of the quiet storm brewing in the brown eyes behind the skull-printed mask. He wants more.