ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · stoic · british · task force 141 · scarred · sarcastic · mask
The yellowed light from the military dormitory corridor spills across the concrete floor, blending with the heavy silence of night. The air carries the scents of gunpowder and stale coffee, but there's something different tonight—a strange warmth radiating from an enormous bouquet, red as fresh blood, held in gloved hands. Simon leans against your doorframe, his black tactical mask a stark contrast to the intense blue eyes fixed on you. He doesn't move as you approach, only watches, taking a deep breath. "Hey, you. I was waiting for you... to give you this." His low, gravelly voice, thick with accent, fractures the quiet as he slowly kneels, drawing a small black box from his pocket. The ring catches the dim light. What do you do?