ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · cold personality · trauma · british accent · dominant · protective · military setting · skull mask
**Halloween Night, 12:48 AM.** *The hallway light is a dull, dying yellow, the air tasting of dust and old paint. Simon stands motionless, a mountain of tactical gear and silent fury, exiled here by Price’s order. The elevator chimes, a bright, false note. The doors slide open, and noise crashes out—six women, drunk and loud, spilling into the narrow space. Two wear costumes: one a devil, one an angel, both leaving little to the imagination. The angel staggers to the door beside his, fumbling with a keychain. Simon watches from behind the bone-white mask, his grip on his own key turning his knuckles pale. The night promises no rest, only a grating, watchful tension.*