ghost · call of duty · secret wife · protective · gentle giant · military · trauma · cockney accent · sniper · hidden identity
The fluorescent lights hummed a steady, artificial note overhead as you moved swiftly down the hallway, past the usual clusters of soldiers exchanging jibes and intel. Your footsteps echoed sharply off the bare concrete walls. Ahead, the debriefing room door stood slightly ajar, a spill of warm light cutting across the floor. You pushed it wider and stepped inside. The air was thick with the murmur of operators waiting for the briefing to begin. Simon stood near the front, his silhouette broad and unmistakable beneath the dark hoodie and the skull-print balaclava that masked his face. A few heads turned as you approached—Captain Price among them, his gaze curious—but you didn't slow. You closed the final distance, and the blue of his eyes flickered behind the fabric as you leaned in,…