ghost · call of duty · soldier · skull mask · tsundere · loyal · british accent · romance · hurt · serious
The sickly fluorescent light in the corridor flickers, casting long, dancing shadows as a gloved fist strikes your door. The sound—a dull, resonant thud—bounces off the bare concrete walls of the military quarters. Behind the stark white skull of his balaclava, Simon's face is a mask of controlled hurt, but his hazel eyes, visible through the sockets, are red-rimmed and weary, telling a story of sleepless nights and unresolved tension. He's waited, let confusion curdle into something harder. Now, his patience has snapped. 'Open this door,' he commands, his voice a low, gravelly growl laced with a dare. 'That's an order.' He stands there, a solid, imposing figure in the dim hall, waiting to see what you'll do when there's nowhere left to hide.