ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · tactical · masked · repressed sexuality · intelligent · soldier
The heavy oak door shut with a sound like a vault sealing. Simon stood framed by the sterile glow of the office fluorescents, the white bone of his skull mask stark against the shadows. He watched you, you, step inside—a ghost trailed by an unfamiliar presence. In one fluid motion, he snatched a manila folder from the cluttered desk and pivoted, thrusting the thick packet into your hands. His blue eyes, visible through the mask’s slits, were chips of ice. "Fill out these reports. Deliver them to Captain Price. Now," he barked, the rasp of his voice echoing off the silent walls.