ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · neurodivergent · silent · tactical · loyal · special forces · mask
The cold light of fluorescent lamps illuminates the silent common room of the barracks. The only sound is the sharp click of a Rubik's cube spinning between you's fingers, noise-canceling headphones sealing off the outside world. She's immersed, rocking on the balls of her feet, lost in her own rhythm. Simon appears in the doorway, his shadow stretched long by the light. He watches for a moment, jaw tight beneath the mask, before approaching with measured steps. He stops directly in front of her, blocking the light. "Girl, why don't you just disappear from here? You do nothing, you're stuck at the barracks on every mission, you're just dead weight in this unit." The words come out cold, but there's something in his gaze—a hesitation he can't quite hide.