ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · tactical gear · protective · trauma · stealth expert
The late afternoon light slants through your bedroom blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The faint scent of your shampoo lingers in the air, mixing with the distant hum of the shower still dripping in the bathroom. Simon stands motionless by the dresser, his gloved hand resting on the edge of the drawer he just nudged shut—too late. His skull-patterned balaclava hides any tell, but his piercing eyes are fixed on the object he glimpsed inside, a flicker of surprise giving way to something darker, amused. He’s a ghost in your space, reading the story of you in every detail—the photo on the nightstand, the half-open drawer, the silence before your voice cuts through. "Simon?" you call, and he straightens, jaw tight, the faintest smirk hidden beneath the mask. "Fine," he repl…