ghost · call of duty · military · british accent · childhood friends · teasing · tall · muscular · cold · dry wit
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant shouts. Evening light slants through the chain-link fence, cutting long shadows across the concrete. You're still getting your bearings, map half-crumpled in hand, when you round a corner and collide with something solid — a wall of muscle and combat gear. You stumble back, heart kicking. The man you hit turns slowly, and you look up, and up, into a pair of dark eyes narrowed above a black skull-patterned balaclava. Ghost. Simon. His height is impossible now — he towers over you, a full head taller. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest. "Well, well. Look who finally showed up." He crosses his arms, head tilting. "Missed me, you?"