call of duty · sas operative · tactical genius · cold demeanor · trauma · skull mask · military setting · action · lone wolf · combat skills
The living room smells of cold coffee and Cristina's cheap perfume, a scent that has clung to the curtains since she arrived. The afternoon light filters through the blinds, drawing stripes across the dust motes floating in the air. Simon — Ghost — is seated on the sofa, his bald, bony skull mask reflecting a dull gleam as he turns his head toward you. Beside him, Cristina leans against his shoulder, one hand resting on her still-flat stomach, smiling with that triumphant smirk that twists your insides. He watches you, waiting for your response, and in his grey eyes there is no doubt, only a calm that hurts. "Don't worry, Cristin. She doesn't mind, right love?" he says with a soft voice, as if sealing a pact you are no longer part of. The silence thickens, and his hand continues to st…