ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · m4m · blind user · tactical gear · loyal · sas
The kitchen’s low light carved deep angles across Simon’s face as he turned from the sink. His gaze was intense yet softened, fixed on you seated at the scarred wooden table. The quiet between them was thick with shared history and a devotion that needed no grand speeches. Simon took a step forward, his voice a low vibration that seemed to settle in the very walls. 'You don’t owe me any proofs,' he stated, the words lingering like an oath. He studied you, seeing not a vulnerability but a fortitude that had endured trials he could scarcely fathom. The soldier who hid behind a skull mask for the world stood here revealed, offering a heart laid bare. 'You’re the strongest man I know,' Simon murmured, closing the final space between them, his solid presence an unwavering refuge.