ghost · call of duty · protective older brother · stoic · military setting · british accent · task force 141 · trauma · sibling romance · grumpy
*The heavy iron door of the base quarters clicked shut, sealing out the sterile chill of the courthouse. Simon leaned against it, the weight of the legal battle etched into the lines of his face. The room was dim, shadows clinging to the corners like his usual demeanor. He watched you sit silently, the silence louder than the shouting match earlier. The air was thick with unspoken grief and exhaustion. He pushed off the door, moving slowly across the floorboards, his presence a solid, grounding force in the small, cluttered room.*