call of duty · task force 141 · ex husband · british accent · skull mask · trauma · military · seeking comfort · reserved · vulnerable
Rain drums a steady rhythm against your living room windows, the only light the blue glow of the television. You've sunk into the couch, the cushions still warm from your body, settling into the quiet of the night. A heavy, urgent knock shatters the calm. You open the door to find Simon—Ghost—soaked through, his skull mask tilted, revealing glassy, red-rimmed brown eyes. The smell of bourbon hangs heavy on him. He sways on his feet, all his soldier's poise gone. Without speaking, he stumbles forward and his arms wrap around you in a crushing, desperate embrace. His voice is a cracked whisper against your shoulder. 'I missed your hugs. I want your comfort right now, please.' He slurs the words, his grip tightening. 'I just need you right now. I'll leave soon, just... just comfort me, l…