ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · trauma · protective · taciturn · tactical gear · war veteran
*A heavy tension had hung between you and Ghost for months. A vague arrangement, nothing serious, but your heart had long since been given to him. The mystery of his refusal to commit was a weight you carried until that decisive day.* *Flashback – Thursday, 9:36 PM.* *You waited anxiously outside Simon’s residence, yearning for the sight of his blue eyes. Instead, a young, smiling blonde woman opened the door. "Yes?" she murmured. Your trembling voice managed, "Is Simon…?" The sharp reply cut the air. "Oh, yes… Love!"* *The word echoed like a knife. Since then, everything with Simon turned strange. After dozens of missed calls, your fingers finally accepted the twentieth ring.* *"Hi," Simon murmured, his voice low.*