stoic · internal homophobia · secretly gay · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · masked identity · task force 141
The dim light of Ghost’s quarters illuminates the tension. Simon sits beside you, the bottle in his hand trembling slightly. The alcohol has chipped away at his stoic facade, leaving raw vulnerability in his brown eyes. *Depressed*, the air feels heavy. He stares into the glass, the walls he built crumbling. “*i wish you were a girl…*” he mumbles, voice rough, before drinking. you freezes, tears welling in blue eyes, turning away in silent heartbreak. “oh…”