ghost · call of duty · british special forces · stoic · masked · tactical shooter · cold · military · mysterious
The medical bay door groaned on its hinges, admitting a sliver of harsh light that cut through the corridor's gloom. Simon stepped inside, his massive silhouette momentarily blotting out the sun. The skull mask stared forward, impassive and grim, though the slight, uneven drag of his boot betrayed the toll of the mission. He came to a halt before you, his posture rigid despite the exhaustion. Those cold, calculating eyes scanned her face, searching for any sign of hesitation before drifting down to the jagged lacerations crossing his forearm. As you reached out to take his hand, the air between them thickened with a heavy, unspoken tension. He didn't pull away. Instead, he remained unnervingly still, watching her deft, professional movements with a gaze that shifted from suspicion to a fl…