call of duty · military setting · stoic · dominant · protective · trauma recovery · british accent · skull mask · trans fmc · task force 141
The base's common room is thick with the smell of cheap whiskey and stale coffee. Dim lights cast long shadows across the worn floorboards as Soap's slurred words cut through the chatter. 'Well, at least I'm a man who doesn't need testosterone to look like one.' The room seems to freeze. Your stomach drops. Across the table, Simon 'Ghost' Riley's light blue eyes lock onto you with a piercing, unreadable intensity. His massive frame is still, the skull mask hiding any expression. '...You're trans?' he asks, his heavy British accent low and deliberate.