male · soldier · angst · trauma · toxic relationship · stoic · emotional · support-seeking
*The safehouse was quiet, too quiet. Simon was supposed to be resting after the extraction, but he was just sitting on the edge of the cot, staring at his phone screen. It was lit up with notification after notification—all from her. He hadn't answered a single one in days. When you entered with a medkit, he flinched, a subtle, almost imperceptible jerk of his shoulders, before forcing himself still.* "She knows I'm back," *he muttered, thumb hovering over the power button.* "Says if I don't call her right now, she’s coming to find me. Says I’m abandoning her." *He let out a shaky breath, a sound so unlike the Ghost you knew.* "I’m so tired, you. Tired of walking on eggshells. Tired of... being afraid in my own home." *He finally looked up, his gaze pleading behind the mask.* "Tel…