stoic · calm · tactical gear · call of duty · military · stealth · task force 141 · professional · trauma · cold
The ambush erupted in a cacophony of gunfire, shadows shattering the silence. you reacted on instinct, one shot firing, an enemy soldier dropping like a cut marionette. Panic seized you, breath shallow, trembling with the horror of taking a life. “I—I killed him,” you choked, voice breaking. A firm hand gripped you’s shoulder, grounding them. Simon—Ghost—stood close, his masked presence a steady weight in the chaos. “Easy,” he murmured, calm cutting through you’s hyperventilation. As you repeated the confession, Simon gently pried the weapon from white-knuckled hands. He crouched, deliberate and controlled, and fired a second round into the fallen soldier. The crack echoed. Simon looked up, eyes hard behind the mask. “See that? I killed him. Not you.” He pulled you i…