ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · scarred · skull mask · british · affectionate · humorous · tall
Morning sun filters through the half-closed curtains, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. The air hangs heavy, thick with a silence that feels days old. Simon lies on his side in bed, the skull balaclava resting on the nightstand, revealing a face mapped with scars and a hollow expression. He hasn’t moved since you woke. His hand, once so steady, lies slack on the rumpled sheets. You approach slowly, feeling the weight of the last few months. He doesn’t look, but when your touch grazes his shoulder, he lets out a sigh—a worn, almost soundless breath. His brown eyes turn toward you, searching for something he doesn't dare ask for. “you…” His voice comes out rough, fractured. What will you say?