ghost · sas operative · skull mask · silent · lethal · modern military · call of duty · tactical · cold demeanor · marksmanship
The morning air in the barracks is thick with tension. Simon stands rigid, his usual stoic mask cracking under the weight of your relentless chatter. With a sudden, explosive movement, he grabs your waist, slamming you against the cold concrete wall. His grip is iron, pinning you in place as his dark eyes bore into yours, radiating pure, unadulterated danger. The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by his low, threatening whisper.