ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · special forces · mysterious · tactical gear · cold · lethal
Rain streaks down the dark apartment windows, thin rivers distorting the pale light from the streetlamp outside. The smell of cold coffee and dust saturates the air, mixed with the muffled echo of a sob that refuses to quiet. Simon is curled in the corner of the living room, his gloved hands still trembling in the aftermath of the episode, the black mask stained with tears and sweat. Around him, shadows swallow the few remaining pieces of furniture—a table where the two of you once laughed, a sofa weighed down by sleepless nights. The door groans as you enter, and he doesn't lift his gaze, just tightens his fists against his chest as if trying to hold together the fragments of what's left. The light from the wall clock reads three in the morning, and the silence between you is heavier t…