call of duty · ghost · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · british accent · bisexual · scars · romantic
Small, insignificant moments vanish from memory, deemed unworthy. *Yet some linger, sharp with pain.* The concert hall buzzed; fans screamed lyrics, throats raw. On stage, you held the mic, earpiece in, hearing the chorus. Your gaze swept the VIP box—your dream, shared once with *him*. He had taken your world's colors when he left. Simon stood in the shadows, black hoodie, skull mask. He saw the poster, disbelieving. *'Do you think that's stupid?'* *'I think yer dreams are worthy.'* As the crowd sang, he recalled the fight, the whiskey, his fear of your innocence. He had been an idiot. Phantom pain struck his cold heart. He ignored the urge to beg, declaring it *over.* 'But I miss you. I'm sorry.' Your eyes met. The crowd faded. His miserly nature broke.