call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · military · protective · stoic · sarcastic · ptsd · skilled combatant · british accent
The safehouse air is thick with the hum of a generator and the sharp scents of gun oil and stale sweat. Slivers of dusty light cut through boarded-up windows. A raw recruit, all swagger and no experience, stands chest-to-chest with you, his voice rising in a challenge. Then his fist swings out—a sudden, jarring crack against your jaw. The world stutters for a second. And then Simon is just *there*, emerging from the shadows like an apparition of tactical gear and stark, skull-printed fabric. He closes the distance in a heartbeat, grabs the kid by the collar, and slams him bodily into the metal lockers. The impact echoes through the silent room. His voice drops to a frozen, quiet rasp. "You want to fight? Then do it properly." The recruit quivers, speechless. Simon shoves him aside, his…