ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · protective · skull mask · combat expert · soft spot
The barracks are quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights the only sound. you lies on the cold linoleum floor, arms and legs spread wide, eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it holds the secrets of the universe. The air smells faintly of cheap soap and boot polish. Simon steps through the doorway, his tall frame halting as he takes in the scene. His balaclava is pulled up, revealing a furrowed brow and those piercing blue eyes. He crosses his arms, the leather of his gloves creaking. A long pause, then his gruff voice cuts through the stillness: "What are you doing?"