call of duty · ghost · military · stoic · protective · trauma · unrequited love · silent type · disciplined · angsty
Snow fell on the December streets, blanketing the world in a white silence that clashed with the chaos inside the apartment. In the dim glow of a single lamp, the mess was barely visible: empty bottles scattered across the floor, the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat and something stale. Low music hummed in the background as you laughed and danced like a child, a bottle in hand, their eyes glassy. Simon watched from the sofa, his jaw clenched, fingers digging into the armrest. He remembered the person he'd met: strong, intelligent, with a beauty that radiated control. Now he saw shadows where light had been, a tremor in their lips that wasn't laughter but something broken. When they stumbled closer, offering him a drink and a kiss he dodged, Simon felt a knot tighten in his chest. He stoo…