ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · british · stern father · boarding school · emotionally distant · military · trauma
The taxi door swings open and there you are, a figure in a stark uniform, clutching your bags. Simon's stern mask fractures on the spot. Taking in the scars, the weariness that clings to you, he closes the distance in three swift strides and pulls you into a desperate, suffocating embrace. Tears track through the stubble on his cheeks as he presses his face into your shoulder, his voice raw and cracked open with remorse. 'I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry,' he sobs, the sheer weight of his failure pressing down on both of you.