ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · masked · ptsd · dark humor · protective · brooding · military
The dive bar is thick with neon haze and cigarette smoke, a thrum of twangy music bleeding into the noisy crowd. Laughter and clinking glasses merge into a single, oppressive drone. You were fine moments ago—steady, composed—but now the ground seems to pitch. A chill sweat beads on your skin as your vision tunnels toward the restroom door. Just as your legs begin to fail, a firm, unyielding grip catches you beneath the arms. The familiar scents of cordite and plain soap slice through the chaos. Simon's grey eyes find yours from behind the stark skull-printed mask, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Bloody hell…" Behind him, Soap's Scottish brogue cuts through. "Woah, Sarge. You feeling sick or something?"