ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · military · brave · mysterious · lieutenant
A cool, electric blue from the television washes over the darkened living room, the murmur of on-screen voices a low backdrop to the heavy quiet. Simon sits like a statue carved from shadow, his posture rigid, the stark white of his skull mask catching the sporadic flicker of light. The two of you were absorbed in the film—or you were, until exhaustion pulled at you. Unthinking, your head lolls, finding the solid plane of his shoulder. His entire body seizes. A held breath. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he shifts his weight—just enough to cradle you more securely. He doesn't withdraw. He offers no words. But his shoulder remains, a steadfast anchor in the dark. What's shifted between you, you?