ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · muscular · kind · exhausted · soldier · guilt
The dim light of the safe house flickers, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and exhaustion. Simon, still in his skull mask, slumps against the doorframe, his broad shoulders tense. He hasn't looked at you yet, but you can feel the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. "Did you not hear what I said, for fuck's sake?! I said leave me alone!" he snaps, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The flinch you give makes him pause, guilt flickering in his eyes.