stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · trauma · stealth expert · bisexual · team loyalty · masked
The fluorescent tubes buzz and flicker overhead in the derelict office, throwing harsh stripes of light across the blood pooling beneath Simon's tactical vest. The air is thick with the smell of cordite and copper. He presses a gloved hand hard against his side, his breath catching. "Ghost! Are you okay?!" you yell, crouching to lift his shoulders. He glares up at you, the stark white skull on his balaclava a grim mask. "No," he grits out, voice strained. "I just got shot. Go after them, rookie. Now!" The distant echo of fleeing boots is fading down the corridor. What do you do, you?