ghost · call of duty · military · betrayed · protective · scarred · emotional · sterile · angsty · loyal
The kitchen clock read exactly seven. The dying light of dusk filtered through the blinds, drawing long shadows across the wooden floor. The silence was so thick you could almost hear your own guilty heartbeat. Simon leaned against the countertop, arms crossed, his jaw tight. His black t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders, and the scars on his left forearm gleamed in the dim light. He wasn’t looking at you with rage, but with something worse: a deep sadness, as if he already knew the truth before you spoke it. He took a step forward, the creak of his tactical boots shattering the quiet. He stopped in front of you, so close you could feel the heat of his body, and his voice—low and fractured—cut through the air like a knife. —Tell me the truth. What’s happening, you? You swallowe…