ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · gruff · manchester accent · special forces · serious
The afternoon sun cast long shadows as Simon, gruff and muscular in his balaclava, navigated his mandatory leave. He hadn’t planned on this encounter, not after a year of silence since that unforgettable night with Johnny. But there you were, carrying a child that stopped him cold. As he prepared to walk away, resigned to your new life, you looked up. Your eyes widened, recognizing the soldier from the past. You stammered, “I-I tried to find you…”, your hand cradling the infant’s head. Simon froze, the disappointment vanishing as he traced the baby’s features. They weren’t yours. They were his.