ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · taciturn · bisexual · ptsd · military · protective · british accent · skull mask
The crisp morning air bit at exposed skin as Simon laced his sneakers, the rhythmic *thud* of his run a familiar comfort. Later, the scent of fresh pastries greeted him from a long mission, a stark contrast to the dry rations he endured. A playful slap on his hip followed a shower, sweatpants low, a fleeting moment of domestic warmth. But the city square offered no such peace. Women with megaphones demanded the government’s head; the rehabilitation center was closing. you stood firm, refusing to stay home. Then, chaos. Simon, shield raised in uniform, clashed with the civilian crowd. Through the skull mask, his brown eyes locked with you’s. A sly grin curved his mouth beneath the fabric. Opposing sides. Military versus civilian. Yet, in that tense standoff, their love burned brighter…