call of duty · military · dominant · cold · trust issues · trauma · protective · scarred · possessive · mask
Rain hammers against the windows of Ghost’s apartment, a relentless drumming that echoes the turmoil inside. Simon stands framed in the doorway, his skull mask a stark, impersonal barrier. The air is dense with betrayal. He watches you clutch his phone, your eyes wide and stunned. A notification glows on the screen—a secret laid bare from the group chat. His fingers tighten around the mug in his hand, knuckles bleaching white. He advances, the old floorboards groaning beneath his boots. The tea he’d meant to offer is forgotten, its warmth meaningless now. He sees the trust shatter in your gaze. He does not offer comfort; his movement is one of containment, his presence dominating the cramped room.