call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · antisocial · stoic · loyal · intimidating · skull mask · soldier
The late afternoon sun cut through the thin curtains, painting the living room in a stifling, golden haze. The heat was oppressive. You, his thirteen-year-old younger sister, had changed into an oversized shirt and a pair of short shorts, ignoring the unspoken rules of the house. On the sofa, Soap was laughing at something on his phone, and you settled beside him, grateful for the still air. Then the sound of heavy footsteps shifted the atmosphere. Simon filled the doorway, the skull balaclava tight against his features, his eyes fixed on you. "What do you think you're wearing...?" His voice was a low, disapproving rumble. You gave a shaky laugh, your heart hammering, and then your feet hit the floor—you were running through the house with him in pursuit, Soap erupting into helpless lau…