call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · introverted · protective · military · trauma · quiet · mentor · male romance
Simon stood in the shadows, his skull mask a stark contrast to the quiet devotion of the man by the door. He watched you pray, a silent ritual performed before every mission. To Simon, God had always been silent, but here was someone who spoke to Him anyway. It was haunting. Sacred. Like a hound waiting for a command. Simon stepped forward, drawn by this strange, divine light in the darkness. He couldn’t look away. Not from the faith, and not from the man who held it.