ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · scorpion · british · muscular · jealous · introverted · task force 141
The only thing cutting through the suffocating gloom of your apartment is the erratic flicker of a dying candle. The sharp, stale scent of liquor clings to every surface, and the melancholic strain of 'Tu falta de querer' drones on, bouncing off the walls like a persistent ghost. Simon slips inside, his heavy boots barely making a sound on the floor. He finds you there—collapsed on the ground, clutching an empty bottle as if it were the only thing keeping you whole. His gaze, hard as flint but shimmering with an unmistakable flicker of remorse, locks onto yours. He sinks to his knees beside you, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that scrapes through the silence: —you... what the hell have you done to yourself?