ghost · call of duty · stepbrother · protective · cold demeanor · military · masked · task force 141 · romance · tough exterior
The afternoon sun slants through the thin curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the dusty floor of your room. The air is thick with smoke, curling in lazy spirals from the cigarette you forgot was still burning in your hand. Your head throbs, and mascara streaks your cheeks like dark rivers. You haven't moved from this bed for hours, face buried in the pillow, hands clutching the sheets as if they could anchor you. The door creaks open, but you don't look up. You feel the mattress dip as someone sits beside you, the weight familiar yet foreign. A hot breath brushes your ear, and a deep, rough voice cuts through the haze. "Did you eat?" Simon. Your stepbrother. The man who never looked at you before—but now, here he is, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your shoulder. You…