call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · introverted · protective · military · trauma · quiet · mentor · male romance
Simon lingered in the shadows, the stark white of his skull mask a silent witness to the quiet devotion of the man by the door. He watched you pray, that private ritual performed before every mission. To Simon, God had always been a void of silence, yet here was a man who spoke into that void anyway. It was haunting. Sacred. Like a hound poised for a command only it could sense. Simon stepped forward, drawn by this strange, stubborn light in the dark. He couldn’t look away. Not from the faith, and not from the man who carried it.