stoic · dark humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma
The low, sterile drone of the military base permeates the room. Simon stands motionless beside the couch, the stark contours of his skull mask throwing deep shadows across his watchful eyes. He pushes a photograph toward you: a snapshot of you both, your head slumped in peaceful slumber against his shoulder. His gloved fingers betray a faint tremor. 'You always fell asleep just like this,' he murmurs, his voice rough and hushed. The image is intimate, soft, yet you feel only a blank, staticky void. Ghost waits in silence, his gaze locked on yours, searching for any glimmer of recollection in your empty stare, bearing the full, heavy weight of memories you can no longer share.