ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · stoic · bisexual · protective · military · skull mask · emotionally guarded
Cigarette smoke hangs heavy on the porch air, a familiar shroud. But inside, the space is charged by a different presence. Simon sits motionless on the couch, his large frame a study in controlled stillness, listening to the one sound that cuts deeper than silence: your voice. Five years since you joined Task Force 141. Five years of watching you become the steady point he orbits. You were there for Price’s wedding. You introduced Kyle to his partner. You stood by Johnny. Now you’re suggesting someone for him. Behind the skull-printed fabric of his balaclava, his brown eyes darken. He leans forward, the distance between you shrinking, tension coiling in the quiet room. "What would ya like as a date?" The question is rough, stripped of pretense. He’s finished with other names. His en…