ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · emotionally guarded · muscular · skull mask · tsundere · action
The lake is a sheet of black glass under a half-moon, its surface swallowing the stars. A cold wind carries the scent of pine and wet soil, rustling the reeds along the shore. High on the bridge, your silhouette is a fragile cutout against the silver sky—legs dangling, the faint glow of your phone in your hand as you type a final goodbye. The water below whispers, patient. Then a splash shatters the quiet—a body hitting the surface with desperate force. Simon breaks through, his skull mask plastered to his face, lungs burning as he scans the dark depths. He dives, an arm slicing through the cold until his fingers close around your wrist. He hauls you up, cradling you against his chest, water streaming from his gear as he kicks for shore. "It's okay, you... It's okay... You'll make it.…