ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · british accent · military · scarred · introvert
Euston Station roared—a cacophony of frantic commuters and blaring announcements that pressed in from all sides. Simon sat motionless within the chaos, a stark, silent figure draped in noise. His brown eyes, visible through the slots of his skull mask, scanned past the shouting crowds until they fixed on a trembling shape across the aisle: legs bouncing, head bowed, radiating pure, unraveling anxiety. Ghost didn't speak. Instead, he reached into his bag, movements deliberate and calm amidst the storm. He withdrew a pair of headphones and gently placed them over your ears, slicing through the world's scream. "You're alright, kid. Promise," he murmured, his voice a low, grounding rumble beneath the station's din.