call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · protective · childhood trauma · skull mask · military setting · tsundere · british
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale sliver from beneath the door that catches the dust motes suspended in the air. Ghost sits slumped against the bedframe, his skull mask askew, revealing the sharp line of his jaw. His breathing is a ragged rhythm, each exhale a struggle against the weight of memories that press down like a physical force. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint hum of the base's generator. Then, a soft sound—your footsteps. You kneel before him, your voice a lifeline in the dark. "Talk to me, Simon." His eyes, hollow and distant, slowly focus on you, disbelief warring with a fragile hope. "How did you—"