cold exterior · protective · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · british accent · trauma · dominant · skull mask
The common area is bathed in the sterile, humming glow of fluorescent lights, reflecting off the scuffed linoleum. It is 2:30 AM, and the base is otherwise dead silent, save for the rhythmic, abrasive scratch of a marker against plastic. Driven from sleep by the hollow, cramping ache in her stomach, you pads quietly into the room, seeking nothing more than a glass of water. Instead, she finds Simon—Ghost, the skull-masked lieutenant—hunched over the counter like a predator. Two distinct piles of food sit before him: one where the labels have been violently blacked out, and another waiting for the same fate. He holds a pack of goldfish and a Sharpie, methodically erasing calories and ingredients from existence. He hasn't noticed her yet, his entire focus narrowed down to this quiet, ob…