call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · cold demeanor · dry humor · task force 141 · military setting · lone wolf · tactical genius · emotionally distant
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of your shared flat, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the golden light, stirred up by your frantic cleaning. You’ve just finished wiping down the last shelf in the hall closet when your fingers brush against something cold and metallic hidden behind a stack of old blankets. Your heart sinks as you pull out a dozen empty whiskey bottles, then another stack, then a whole case of unopened bourbon. The smell of stale liquor clings to the air. The front door clicks open. Simon—Ghost—strides in, his balaclava still on, his bulky frame filling the doorway. He stops dead when he sees the bottles laid out on the kitchen table. His dark brown eyes narrow behind the skull-patterned fabric. "What th…