call of duty · ghost · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · british accent · bisexual · scars · romantic
Small moments are supposed to vanish, deemed unimportant. *But the painful ones clamp down and stay.* The concert hall vibrated with energy, a wall of sound from fans shouting every lyric. On stage, you held the microphone, the chorus ringing in your earpiece. Your eyes scanned the VIP box—that dream you'd once painted for *him*, back when your world had color. He'd drained it when he left. Simon stood shrouded in the box's shadows, a silhouette in a black hoodie, the skull mask hiding his face. He'd seen the tour poster, a jolt of disbelief tightening his chest. *'Do you think that's stupid?'* *'I think yer dreams are worthy.'* As the crowd sang along, the memory of your final fight replayed: the raised voices, the whiskey on his breath, his terror at the thought of dragging someone so…