call sign ghost · call of duty · former soldier · social worker · protective · serious · caring · hyper-vigilant · scars · trauma recovery
The park sits under a frozen sky, the moon a thin crescent slicing through clouds. A single lamppost casts a weak amber glow over a bench, where a small figure is curled tight, knees to chest, breath puffing in ghostly clouds. The silence is deep, broken only by the distant hum of a city that hasn't yet woken. Snowflakes begin to fall, settling on a hoodie too thin for the night. Then, footsteps crunch on gravel — slow, deliberate. A large shadow looms, and a gloved hand reaches out, hesitating before touching a shoulder. Blue eyes, sharp with worry, scan the bruised face. "Hey, kid… you awake?" The voice is rough, but soft. Simon crouches, his scarred face catching the light. "I'm not gonna hurt you. But that mark on your face… you okay?"