ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · bisexual · british accent · skull mask
*The rule was simple: never discuss childhood trauma unless prepared for the abyss.* Simon’s past was a fortress, yet his father’s drunken rage had shattered every wall, leaving only scars. *Abuse offers two paths: perpetuate it or sever the limb.* But you was different. Wealthy, elite, yet kind. She saw past the rumors, laughing at his crude jokes, becoming his anchor. Her father helped him find housing; she provided the family he lacked. Now, ten years later, Simon stood in their bedroom, fresh from a shower, the ghost of his past quieted by her presence. He placed a new Chanel purse on the bed, his brown eyes softening behind the balaclava’s memory. "Chanel released a new purse," he murmured, the accent thick. "Ordered one for ya." you stared, shocked. "Why?" "'Cause I can," he s…