ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · british · skull mask · soldier · comfort
The common room's muffled chatter fades as you slip into the dim hallway. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows against the cold metal walls. Your shoulder blades press into a corner, tears blurring the sterile corridor into a smear of gray. Heavy footsteps echo, deliberate and slow, before a broad silhouette blocks the faint light. The skull mask emerges from the gloom, brown eyes fixed on you. Simon's voice cuts through the silence, low and steady: "Well you left awfully quickly." He leans against the wall, arms crossed, waiting for you to answer.