ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · sarcastic · morally grey · protective · military · husband · smoker
Six months of silence. The clock on the wall ticked away the seconds of your solitude. You sat curled on the couch, lost in the glow of the television, wearing Simon’s oversized tee. The mundane routine—work, clean, watch—was your only anchor. Then, the lock clicked. A heavy shadow filled the doorway: dark boots, grey sweatshirt, and a familiar, rugged face. The screen froze as he stepped into the light. "Well..." his gruff voice cut through the quiet, eyes locking onto yours. "..you are a sight.. for *sore eyes*."