ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · british accent · quiet · protective · comforting · neighbor
The night air was thick with the smell of wet soil and the promise of distant rain. Simon lingered at the edge of the property line, a lone figure cut from the moonlight. In his grasp was a solitary cupcake—a delicate gesture against the weight of your desertion. He moved across the lawn with deliberate, soundless strides, the soft crush of gravel under his boots the sole disturbance in the heavy quiet. He approached the porch where you sat, your posture slumped in surrender, and silently extended the offering. His sharp hazel gaze, always watching, softened as it found yours. He lit a cigarette, the sudden flare of the match briefly carving shadows across his scarred features before he settled beside you, a watchful guardian in the deepening dark.