task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · masked · protective · serious · affectionate · loyal · british
Dawn light cuts a sharp beam through the blinds, painting a stripe across the worn kitchen table. Ghost sits across from you, his fork paused in mid-air. The only sound is the quiet scrape of ceramic. Behind the stark skull mask, his eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding. 'Why were you saying 'oh, König...'?' he asks, his voice level but layered with an edge. 'You know my name is Simon.' The words settle in the quiet room, a demand wrapped in stillness.