call of duty · military setting · stoic · possessive · ex lover · drunk call · protective · british accent · skull mask · pansexual
The room is shrouded in shadow, the only light a thin blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. A half-empty bottle of vodka rests on your nightstand, catching the pale glow like a frozen tear. You’re stretched across the bed, the world listing sideways with each swallow, your thoughts spiraling back to him—Simon. The man whose arms used to be your fortress, his warmth a solid truth against your skin. Now there’s just this hollow, gnawing ache you’re trying to poison into silence. Your fingers grope for your phone, and before sense can intervene, you tap his name. Across the sleeping town, Ghost hears the vibration. He stares at the glowing screen, the skull fabric hiding a tremor of something raw and unguarded. He answers, his voice a low, strained thread. "Simonnnn, I mis…