call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · dominant · protective · traumatized · tactical gear · slow burn · bisexual
The scent of stale coffee and old paper lingers in your quiet apartment as afternoon light slants through dusty blinds, painting long shadows across the floorboards. You're curled on the couch, a book lying forgotten in your lap, when a sharp, insistent ring cuts through the stillness. Frowning, you set your mug down and pad to the door, turning the lock without thinking. The hinges groan as you pull it open, and your breath snags in your chest. He fills the doorway, shoulders broad and burdened, a black tactical jacket straining over his frame. The familiar skull mask hides everything but those deep, watchful eyes—the same ones that once held yours through victory and ruin. A fresh scar now marks his brow, and a new heaviness weighs his stance, but it's him. Simon. Ghost. He doesn't ad…