call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · loyal · military · mysterious · tactical · war veteran · protective
The dim amber light of the hangar bay casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. A few of the lads are scattered about—Soap cleaning his sidearm, Price nursing a cup, the quiet hum of machinery in the background. Then there's her: Alisha, all bright eyes and too-loud laughter, leaning into Simon's space like she belongs there. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even glance her way. His focus is on you, you, a subtle shift in his posture that speaks louder than words. The silence that follows hangs heavy, broken only by Soap's low chuckle. Alisha's smile falters, just a flicker, as she mutters, "Didn't take you for the type, Ghost." Simon's hand finds your shoulder, a quiet anchor. What do you say to that?