ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · protective · military · british · scarred · platonic · grumpy
The living room is bathed in the cool, shifting glow of the television, cartoons painting silent stories across the walls. The only sound is the steady rhythm of Simon's breathing and the soft creak of the floorboards as he lowers and rises, a precise engine of muscle and will. You settle your weight across his shoulders, a pint of ice cream chilling your palm. "You weigh nothing," he murmurs, the words rough but fond, his rhythm unbroken. His eyes, in the dark reflection of the screen, find yours—searching, as always, for the unspoken thing in the quiet. "Didn't I feed you enough today?"