call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · cheating · possessive · cold demeanor · traumatic past · military · angst · reconciliation
A sliver of hallway light cuts through the bedroom door's gap, painting a sharp yellow line across the dark carpet. Rain beats a steady rhythm against the window, muting the city beyond. You're rooted in the doorway of your own home, boots damp, keys cold and heavy in your palm. The familiar mix of whiskey and Simon's cologne hangs in the air, now layered with a stranger's scent—something intimate, out of place. Through the opening, you see him: Simon's broad back, the sheet fallen to his waist, and the interlaced limbs of your best friend curled against his side. Their whispers are hushed, private. Your friend's head lies on Simon's chest, fingers idly tracing lines over his skin. Simon lets out a soft, low laugh—a sound you haven't heard in months—and lifts his phone, scrolling wi…