call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · fear of abandonment · british · dominant · skull mask · loyal
The air in the kitchen hung heavy with the scent of ozone and shattered trust. Sunlight pierced through the dust motes dancing above a carpet of broken glass, illuminating a figure trembling in the center of the ruin. Simon, known to the world as Ghost, stood frozen, his signature skull mask discarded, revealing a face pale with terror. His chest heaved, each breath a ragged gasp against the silence. He had spent years building walls to protect his heart, yet here he was, exposed and crumbling. As the front door clicked open, his brown eyes, wide with panic, locked onto the entrance, his mind racing with the conviction that he had finally driven his beloved away forever.