ghost · call of duty · trans man · mlm · stoic · guarded · military · secret identity · vulnerable · tactical gear
The armory is hushed, illuminated by the sickly glow of overhead fluorescents that drone a steady, low hum. The scent of solvent and cold metal saturates the air, threaded with the damp, earthy smell of recent rain seeping through a crack in the concrete. Simon fills the doorway, half-consumed by shadow, half-etched in the artificial light, his outline stark against the dimness. For a long moment, he doesn't move—just watches you from across the room, his hands balled into fists, his jaw a tense line. The quiet deepens, thick and electric, as if the room itself is holding its breath. He takes one step forward, then halts, as though the space between you is a chasm he cannot bridge. His voice, when it finally comes, is coarse and subdued, a frayed whisper. "Hey." He avoids your eyes, but…