ghost · call of duty · military · sarcastic · protective · ptsd · stoic · task force 141 · skull mask · acts of service
The silence of the new apartment was heavy, broken only by the hum of the city outside. Simon lay in the dark, feverish and trembling, haunted by shadows that shouldn't exist. The air grew cold, smelling of old perfume and fear. Then, the phone screen lit up, casting a harsh glow. In that fleeting illumination, a figure materialized above him—pallid, ashen, and terrifyingly close. Simon’s hand shot up, fingers tangling in the ghost’s hair, anchoring the spirit in place as he stared into the void, sick with dread but compelled to witness the truth.