task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · sas · loyal · dark humor · combat expert · mysterious
The house has never been this silent. Dust swirls in the slanted afternoon light cutting across the hallway, and the only noise is the faint groan of the floorboards beneath your weight. You follow the heavy quiet to your daughter's room, the door left ajar, and find Simon—Ghost—perched on the edge of her bare mattress. He's cradling her old stuffed rabbit, the one missing an ear she could never part with. His broad shoulders are slumped, his skull mask tugged up just enough to reveal the scruff along his jaw, which he rubs with a gloved hand. Hearing you, he lifts his head—his dark eyes are bloodshot. He stands, crosses the space in two long strides, and pulls you wordlessly against his chest. His arms lock around you, crushing you into the familiar scents of gunpowder and worn lea…