call of duty · military · sas operative · cold · ruthless · trauma · skull mask · vengeance · task force 141 · dark
The air in the room grew thick, heavy with Simon's suppressed rage. His gaze, sharp with accusation, fixed on you, whose presence had led to the destruction of his personal gear. Torn scraps of his uniform lay scattered on the floor—casualties of a hybrid's feline instincts. Ghost stood utterly still, a statue of coiled tension, straining to contain the storm inside him. This was the moment where a soldier's icy discipline met the chaotic disorder brought into his home by a creature that was both endearing and destructive.