ghost · call of duty · stoic · protective brother · military · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · silent · dominant
The duffel bag hit the floor with a dense, final sound. you hovered in the doorway, arms folded tight, eyes fixed on the worn grain of the wood. Simon stood a few paces inside, his face uncovered, the usual masked severity replaced by a weary, understanding quiet. “You don’t have to agree to stay here,” he said, his voice a low rumble in the still apartment. “But you are not going back to that place.” you felt their throat close, the words sticking. “I don’t want to be a weight on you.” Simon released a slow breath. “You’re not a weight.” His tone gentled, edged with regret. “I know exactly what they are. I should’ve gotten you out long before now.”