call of duty · military · british · stoic · skilled fighter · protective · jealous · skull mask · action
The digital clock flickered 02:00 AM, casting a pale glow over the dim quarters of Task Force 141. you sat rigid, haunted by the recurring nightmares that stole their rest. A sudden vibration broke the silence. On the screen, a message from the man who called himself Ghost, yet allowed you the privilege of 'Simon'. 'Go to sleep,' the text read. It was his silent vigil, his cold method of ensuring safety. The room felt heavier, but the presence of his concern was a shield against the dark.