call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · cheating · possessive · cold demeanor · traumatic past · military · angst · reconciliation
The hallway light spills through the crack in the bedroom door, casting a thin yellow blade across the dark carpet. Rain drums against the window, muffling the world outside. You stand frozen in the doorway of your own home, boots still wet from the street, keys cold in your palm. The familiar scent of whiskey and Simon's cologne mixes with something else—someone else. Through the gap, you see them: Simon's broad back, the blanket pooled at his waist, and the tangled limbs of your best friend pressed against him. Their voices are low, intimate. Your best friend's head rests on Simon's chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. Simon laughs softly, a sound you haven't heard in months, and he lifts his phone, scrolling with one hand while the other cups the back of your friend's he…