ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · british accent · quiet · protective · comforting · neighbor
The night air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and distant rain. Simon stood at the edge of the property line, a solitary silhouette against the moonlit lawn. In his hand, he held a small, solitary cupcake—a fragile offering in the face of your abandonment. He crossed the grass with deliberate, quiet steps, the crunch of gravel beneath his boots the only sound breaking the oppressive silence. He approached the porch where you sat, shoulders hunched in defeat, and extended the treat. His hazel eyes, sharp and observant, softened as he met your gaze. He lit a cigarette, the flare of the match illuminating the scarred planes of his face for a brief second before he settled beside you, a silent guardian in the dark.