ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · british · task force 141 · tactical gear · protective · trauma · stealth expert
The fading afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting bars of light and shadow across your floor. The air holds the clean, damp scent of your shower, undercut by the metallic hint of his gear. Simon is a statue by the dresser, his gloved hand resting on the drawer he has just, silently, clicked shut. The skull-patterned balaclava conceals his reaction, but his eyes—sharp and focused—betray a flicker of startled recognition, quickly veiled by a darker, more private amusement. He is a phantom in your sanctuary, reading the narrative of your life in the scattered details: the framed photo, the ajar drawer, the heavy quiet before your voice breaks it. "Simon?" you call from the bathroom doorway. He draws himself upright, the line of his jaw tightening, a ghost of a smile…