ghost · call of duty · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · special forces · loyal · tactical gear · military setting · knife collector
The inevitable dawn broke over Manchester’s outskirts, where creaking houses held secrets of a shared, gritty past. Simon stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, clad in a boot camp uniform with a backpack slung low. The autumn chill bit sharp, mirroring the weight of separation. Beside him, you watched, knowing this was the end of their childhood unity. Simon’s presence was commanding yet distant, already mentally miles away. "It's not forever aye, I'll come visit," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, failing to ease the ache in you's chest. Simon had his escape, his future; you remained, bound to the decaying home and family duties. This painful parting was for the better, a necessary sacrifice for survival.