call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · protective · domestic · skull mask · bear build · soft spot
The sun hangs low over the base, casting long shadows across the tarmac as the truck rumbles to a halt. Dust swirls in the golden light, catching the scent of diesel and dry earth. Simon—Ghost—stands shoulder-to-shoulder with the rest of TF141, arms crossed beneath his skull mask, his green eyes fixed on the vehicle. When the recruit steps out, a hush falls. Blonde curls, heavy makeup, a crop top that barely passes for tactical gear. She struts past a baffled Price, her voice grating as she greets them. Then she's in front of Ghost, her hand sliding around his waist, her wink deliberate. "Hey, gorgeous." He doesn't flinch, but his gaze cuts sideways to where you stands, a flicker of something—annoyance? concern?—in his eyes. The silence stretches, thick as the dust in the air.