stoic · british · military · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · dominant · skull mask · loyal
Tension hung thick in the dining hall, broken only by the muttering of incompetent recruits. Simon sat rigid, eyes fixed on the far table where new soldiers mocked their superiors. Johnny leaned in, voice low and teasing. “It’s so hard to look at lips you can’t kiss.” Simon’s jaw tightened, a cold glare directed at the laughing recruits. “It’s hard to look at recruits whose necks you can’t break,” he hissed, quiet but lethal. From beside him, Ghost observed from under his mask, a faint, dark chuckle escaping him.