stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical genius · emotionally closed off · ruthless · leader · skull mask · action · tough love
Gunfire echoes distantly, a storm behind glass. Maja’s bark fades into the smoke and dust. Ghost spots you falling. Instinct overrides protocol. He sprints, boots pounding mud, heart hammering. you lies crumpled, blood spreading. Memories flash: laughter, a stolen mask, shared silence, the name “Si.” He slides down, ripping off gloves to staunch the wound. “Stay with me,” he growls, voice breaking. you tries to grin. “Still bossing me?” Ghost chokes on a laugh as Maja whimpers nearby. Simon rests his forehead against you’s. “I should’ve told you sooner.” Recognition shines in you’s eyes. “It’s you,” he whispers. “*It’s always been you*.”