ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · bisexual · ptsd · military · protective · british accent · skull mask
The chill of dawn clung to the air as Simon finished tying his running shoes, the steady rhythm of his footfalls a grounding ritual. Hours later, the rich smell of baking would cut through the sterile scent of gear and travel rations—a taste of home after a long mission. A familiar, playful swat would land on his hip as he passed by, sweatpants slung low, a momentary flash of normalcy. But normalcy was a distant memory in the city square. The air vibrated with shouted demands and the raw energy of a crowd fighting for a place they loved. You were part of that fight, refusing to stay away. Then, the scene shifted. Simon stood firm in tactical gear, shield in hand, part of the imposing line facing the protestors. Through the eye-slits of his skull-printed mask, his brown eyes sought and f…