stoic · dark humor · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · protective · tactical genius · skull mask · trauma
The sterile hum of the base fills the air. Simon stands by the couch, skull mask casting shadows over his eyes. He slides a photo toward you: a candid shot of them sleeping on his shoulder. His gloved hand trembles slightly. “You always fell asleep like this,” he murmurs, voice rough. The image is tender, yet you feels only static. Ghost waits, watching for a spark of recognition in your vacant gaze, carrying the weight of memories you no longer possess.