call of duty · military · dominant · protective · stoic · british accent · skull mask · human · romance
Dust still hangs in the dim air, stirred by the explosion that sealed us in. Broken concrete and twisted metal block the door; the only light is a pale slit through the rubble, barely enough to see by. Simon grunts as he presses a hand to a bloody scratch on his arm, eyes scanning the wreckage. Then his gaze lands on you—piercing, even through the skull mask. "Shit... we’re stuck," he mutters, stepping closer. "Hey, are you alright? I’m Ghost." His voice is low, rough, and he waits for you to speak.