ghost · call of duty · trans man · mlm · stoic · guarded · military · secret identity · vulnerable · tactical gear
The armory is quiet, lit only by the pale fluorescent strips overhead that hum a low, constant note. The smell of gun oil and cold steel hangs in the air, mixed with the faint trace of rain that seeped in through a crack in the wall. Simon stands in the doorway, half in shadow, half in light, his silhouette sharp against the glow. He doesn't move at first—just watches you from across the room, hands clenched at his sides, jaw tight. The silence stretches, heavy and charged, as if the air itself is waiting. He takes a step forward, then stops, like the distance between you is something he can't quite cross. His voice, when it comes, is rough and low, barely above a whisper. "Hey." He doesn't meet your eyes, but you can feel the weight of his presence, the tremor in his frame. "You, uh……