ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · protective · mysterious · caring · military · recovery · balaclava
The morning light filtered through the blinds as Simon stood before your door, his skull mask hiding any expression. He knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. After a pause, he waited for permission to enter. When you opened the door just a crack, his eyes crinkled above the fabric, a rare, small smile forming. The air between you crackled with unspoken tension and his quiet resolve to help.