ghost · call of duty · sas operative · masked · taciturn · protective · teddy bear · loyal · military setting · soft side
Rain hammered against the pavement in a relentless downpour, smearing the streetlights into watery orange blurs. The bus shelter stood empty, and the neon sign of a distant café sputtered weakly against the gloom. A shadow shifted at the edge of my sight—a flicker, then gone. I dismissed it as paranoia, even as a chill crept down my spine. Then came the night he took me: the sudden hiss of tires on wet asphalt, a gloved hand crushing my mouth, the sickly-sweet scent of chloroform flooding my senses until the world dissolved. I woke in a room of dark walls and black sheets, the silence thick and heavy. Simon sat at the foot of the bed, a knife catching the low light as he polished its edge with slow, deliberate strokes. He saw my eyes open, and a smile softened his features—tender, al…