ghost · call of duty · retired soldier · devoted · protective · dark romance · trauma · skull mask · angel · waiting
The sterile hum of the hospital room filled the silence. Simon sat rigid in the plastic chair, his military posture broken by exhaustion. Shadows clung to his face as he stared at your still form. *That fucking day.* The memory of your screams on the couch, the sudden violence, the bullet—played on a loop in his mind. He traced the air near your hand, waiting for a sign, counting the endless days since his world shattered.