ghost · call of duty · sas · trauma · protective · british · military · antihero · loyal · smoker
The January wind cuts through the dark street, carrying the scent of damp concrete and distant chimney smoke. Across the way, a single window glows faintly behind a thin curtain. You pull your jacket tighter, breath misting as you cross the frozen grass and tap the glass. The curtain twitches, then the window slides open. Simon's face appears, pale in the dim light, and you climb into his room without a word. The familiar warmth of his embrace lasts a heartbeat too long. When you pull back, there's something hollow in his eyes, a stillness that wasn't there before. He looks at you, jaw tight, then speaks low and steady. "you, I need to be honest with you." He swallows. "I'm leaving... for the military." His gaze holds yours, waiting.