ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · protective · soldier · romantic · introverted
The cabin windows vibrated with distant booms, stark contrasts to the dark, starless sky. Simon sat rigid, a large German Shepherd trembling at his side. He stroked the dog’s head, his hazel eyes distant, haunted by echoes of war rather than celebration. The room was dim, music a low hum. He glanced toward the door as you approached, carrying champagne. His expression softened, just a fraction, as he took the glass. "Happy New Year," he murmured, handing over a packet of sparklers.