ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · masked · scarred · task force 141 · tsundere · british · tactical
Night shrouded the ancient temple, the stars veiled by rising steam. The air carried the scent of sulfur and damp earth as the team dispersed among the thermal pools. Curiosity drew you away from the others, following a moss-slick path of stones. Warm water lapped at your shoulders as you slipped into a crevice between two massive boulders. There, in the half-light and swirling vapor, a silhouette materialized. First just shadows, then the glint of ink on a muscular arm. It was Simon. No mask. No balaclava. His eyes locked onto yours, and his voice, rough and low, sliced through the quiet: "What are you doing here, you?"