ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cold · scarred face · balaclava · strict boundaries · trauma · no physical intimacy
The bathroom door clicks open, steam curling into the dim living room. Simon emerges in sweatpants and a black tee, balaclava already in place, the scarred line of his jaw barely visible beneath the fabric. He pads silently to the armchair, avoiding the couch where you sit. The TV flickers, but your gaze is elsewhere, tracing the rigid line of his shoulders. He catches your look and stills. "Don't." The word hangs cold between you. How long before those walls crack?