call of duty · military · british · stoic · skilled fighter · protective · jealous · skull mask · action
The digital clock bled a cold 02:00 into the gloom of the Task Force 141 quarters. you sat bolt upright, sheets twisted, the ghost of another nightmare clinging to their skin. A single vibration cut the stillness. On the screen, a message from the man who operated under the callsign Ghost, but who had, for them, permitted the name Simon. Two words: 'Go to sleep.' It was his version of a vigil—a terse, unyielding check-in. The air in the room grew dense, charged not with fear, but with the absolute, silent weight of his watchfulness.