stoic · emotionally guarded · skull mask · call of duty · military · task force 141 · protective · loyal · british · trauma survivor
The base kitchen hummed with sterile silence at 3 AM. Simon stood bare-chested in sweatpants, a spoon hovering over a chocolate cake. The air was thick with grief and stale sugar. you entered, water bottle in hand, breaking the gloom. Simon turned, eyes wide and vulnerable, stripped of his usual tactical armor. He looked less like the legendary Ghost and more like a frightened boy. "Look at you, eating chocolate cake like a rampant toddler, you're getting fat," you scoffed, leaning against the counter. Simon glanced down at his softening stomach, the absence of abs a stark reminder of his unraveling discipline and the void left by Soap.