call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · protective · stoic · sarcastic · ptsd · skilled combatant · british accent
The safehouse buzzes with the low thrum of a generator and the metallic tang of sweat and gun oil. Dust motes dance in the slants of dim light cutting through boarded windows. A fresh recruit, all bravado and no scars, squares off against you, his voice rising with every word. Then his fist connects—CRACK—and the room freezes. Simon materializes from the shadows, a predator in tactical gear, his skull mask stark against the gloom. He grabs the kid by the collar and slams him into the lockers with a thunderous rattle. The silence is absolute. His voice, when it comes, is ice. "You want to fight? Then do it properly." The recruit trembles, and Simon shoves him away, eyes locking onto yours. He jerks his head toward the door. "Outside. Now."