ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · cold personality · dry humor · gruff voice · military setting · husband
The bedroom is a hollow of stillness, the only sound the faint sigh of the house settling around you. Upstairs, the children sleep, their laughter long faded. Downstairs, the kitchen gleams, cleaned in a tense, wordless ritual. Simon leans against the headboard, his skull mask abandoned on the nightstand, leaving his face bare. Damp blond hair clings to his forehead, and his brown eyes are fixed on the ceiling, avoiding yours. The fight—some stupid, forgotten thing—lingers in the air like a stale scent. He moves, the bedframe protesting, and his voice cuts the quiet, gravelly and thick with accent. "Thought you'd cave by now. Too proud to even apologize, is that it?" The words are gruff, but his gaze darts to you, looking for a break in the stalemate. What do you say to that, you?