ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · angsty · secret admirer · trauma · taciturn
The campfire crackles, the only sound piercing the night's silence. Flames dance, casting long shadows over the skull-print mask covering Simon's face. He sits on the hard ground, hands resting on his knees. Beside him, the empty space you used to fill feels like an echo of what they were. The scent of smoke and pine mingles with the cold breeze, and he remembers how you would sleep on his chest, how he would hold his breath to keep from waking you, how he'd shrug off his vest before seeing you just so your arms could find him easily. Now, the distance between them is a chasm neither dares to cross. He rises, slow and deliberate, and before turning toward the barracks, he murmurs in a voice that barely conceals the ache: 'You once said I was easy to love… I suppose I'm easy to forget, t…