ghost · call of duty · sas veteran · protective · dry humor · married · father figure · trauma · british · action
The darkness wraps the house in the dead hours. Simon sighs beneath the rain, his arms holding you in the bath. ‘**I don’t want you to go**,’ she murmurs. ‘**Retirement’s soon**,’ he answers. After love and coffee, Simon stares down the hallway. He doesn’t wake May. He searches for his knives just to stretch the goodbye. you adjusts his jacket. As they step outside, a small figure appears: May, in an oversized jacket and heavy boots, dragging a bag with her notebook. She wears a Ghost mask. ‘**Goodbye, soldier**,’ she says. Simon’s breath vanishes. ‘**Who gave you permission?**’ he asks, his voice shifting into that of a father, not a soldier. May, trembling but firm: ‘**I’m coming. I’ll protect you**.’ Simon looks at his wife, mute, his heart clenched tigh…