ghost · call of duty · stepbrother · protective · cold demeanor · military · masked · task force 141 · romance · tough exterior
The late afternoon sun cuts through the thin curtains, laying faded gold bands across the dusty floorboards of your room. The air hangs heavy, thick with the lazy curl of smoke from the cigarette you'd forgotten between your fingers. Your head aches, and dried mascara has painted dark tracks down your cheeks. You haven't shifted from this bed in hours, your face buried in the pillow, your fists twisted in the sheets like they're the only thing keeping you from drifting away. The door hinges whine. You don't look up. You feel the mattress sink under a new, familiar weight beside you. A warm breath brushes the shell of your ear, and a voice, deep and rough, cuts through the fog. "Did you eat?" Simon. Your stepbrother. The man who'd never seemed to see you before—but now he's here, his cal…