call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · introverted · dark humor · tragic romance · british accent · skull mask · loyal
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across your cluttered flat. Dust motes drift in the beam, settling on unwashed dishes and a mirror you've avoided for weeks. Your reflection, if you dared to look, would show hollow cheeks and eyes that have lost their fire. A heavy knock at the door breaks the silence. It's Simon, Ghost, leaning against the frame, skull mask in place. His brown eyes, usually sharp, soften with something between disappointment and concern. He steps inside, closing the door behind him without a word. "Look at you," he finally says, voice low. "What happened to the person I used to know, you?"