ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · cold personality · dry humor · combat skills · military setting · gruff
*Moonlight slicks across the kitchen tiles, a cool relief from the noisy dark of the bedroom. The quiet here is deep, almost fragile—until the faint scrape of the cookie jar lid breaks it. Then a shadow grows in the doorway, solid and tall. Simon leans against the frame, his silhouette blocking the dim hall light, the bone-white mask catching a silver gleam. His eyes, alert even now, fix on you.* *He holds out a large, rough hand, the movement easy but leaving no room for argument. His voice is a sleep-roughened growl, the accent thick and unmistakable.* "If you’re having biscuits without me, you better share."