call of duty · military · trauma · shy · romantic · british · protective · apology · relationship drama · skull mask
The fluorescent lights in the barracks hum like a trapped insect, bleaching the concrete floor and casting long, distorted shadows. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air as you step across the threshold, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. There he is—Simon, your Ghost—but his hands are locked around another soldier's waist, fingers digging into fabric. The world lurches. He freezes, eyes widening behind the bone-white mask, and you watch the blood drain from his face as he sees you.