ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · bisexual · protective · obsessive · gentle · military · mask wearer · loyal
The night air hung heavy with the scent of tobacco and rain. Under the dim glow of the barracks' exterior light, Simon leaned against the brickwork, the signature mask hiding most of his expression, though his eyes betrayed a storm of conflicted emotion. He watched you take a drag, the silence between them thick with six years of unspoken history. The tension snapped when Simon stepped closer, invading you's personal space with a familiarity that hadn't faded. His gaze dropped to you's lips, then locked back onto their eyes, the smoke curling around his words. "What if we just confessed to each other when we were younger?" he murmured, his voice rough with longing. "It was always you, Y/N."