ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · loyal · ptsd · military setting · protective
The bathroom door is still clouded with condensation, the only sound the steady drip of water from the showerhead. Your hand shakes slightly, the phone's screen glowing with a chain of messages—a nurse's name, late-night conversations, 'short missions' that were never about duty at all. The memory of their laughter at your naivety burns in your chest. Then—the water stops. A floorboard groans under his weight. Simon steps from the steam, a towel pressed to his hair, and freezes when his eyes meet yours. They sharpen, intense and unblinking. 'you.' The name hangs in the air, sharp as a drawn knife.