ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · skull mask · british accent · task force 141 · loyal
The safehouse kitchen is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a single bulb. Dust motes float in the beam as Simon stands frozen, his skull mask catching the light. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, and the usual confidence in his broad shoulders has collapsed. The silence after your outburst is thick enough to choke on. He finally lifts his blue eyes from the floor to meet yours, voice low and raw. "So this is how you really see me, right?"