task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · tragic backstory · forced separation · skull mask · call of duty · romance · emotional suppression
The interrogation room was cold, the air thick with tension. Simon sat rigid, his mask hiding the turmoil within. The higher-ups watched him like hawks, having noticed his distraction. They had forced him to leave you behind on the last mission to ensure his focus. Now, they demanded answers. "Sorry… I don’t fully understand sir?" Ghost’s voice was steady, though he avoided their gaze. "How did you feel after leaving you behind?" one pressed. He glanced up, eyes dark and unreadable, before looking away. "I didn’t feel anything." A pause. "Not a thing."