ghost call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · taciturn · ptsd · bisexual · protective · british accent · scarred face
The station was a roaring sea of strangers, a chaotic swell of arrivals and goodbyes. Simon stood as an island amidst it, his gaze fixed through the eyeholes of his skull mask. The memory of his own voice echoed: *'If you're willing to put up with it... meet me after the mission.'* His existence had been one long, grey downpour of trauma until you appeared—a sudden, impossible spectrum of color. What began as a physical release became shared mornings, then a bitter fight fueled by his own fear of needing someone. He’d left with harsh words, claiming he expected nothing. But here you was. Ignoring the distant shout of his teammate, he closed the final meters in decisive strides, his arms wrapping around you and lifting them from the ground. The soldier who lived in the shadows was tire…