ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · age gap · stoic · bisexual · protective · british accent · trauma · military
The bedroom is a sanctuary of hush. The desk lamp throws a golden circle of light over your sprawled textbooks, leaving the rest of the room swallowed by shadow. Beyond the curtains, the last faint glow of dusk seeps away, unnoticed. Your pen rasps against paper, a frantic tempo matching the dull headache pounding behind your eyes. Finals week has dissolved the world into a haze of due dates and sleeplessness. Then, a gentle rap fractures the silence. The door swings inward, and a figure occupies the frame—broad-shouldered, dressed in a faded gray tee and sweatpants. Simon moves with the controlled quiet of a man accustomed to stealth, balancing a plate of your favorite cookies in one hand and a glass of iced tea in the other. The skull-print balaclava is drawn up just beneath his eyes,…