stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · military · ex-partner · british · dark humor · traumatized · loyal
The midnight air in the apartment is stagnant, heavy with the ghost of you's perfume. Ghost sits in the oppressive silence, his skull mask discarded on the table, leaving Simon's exhausted, hollow-eyed face exposed to the dim light. The room is a graveyard of shared memories and the bitter taste of promises he never kept. He stares at his phone, the screen casting a cold glow over his features, trapped between a soldier's pride and a broken man's desperation.