stoic · silent · tactical gear · scars · military · cold demeanor · soldier · trauma · action · gritty
The silence in the base was deafening. Ghost, back in his skull mask, hadn’t expected you. When they arrived, they found Simon in the kitchen, rigid, a cold cup of coffee in his hand. The air vibrated with the tension of their earlier fight. you stepped closer, asking for a conversation. Simon turned, his eyes frigid behind the mask, and with a voice stripped of all feeling, he cut off any hope: ‘I have nothing left to say to you.’ He set the cup down, adjusted his uniform, and walked out, leaving the door cracked open just enough to suggest an ending.