ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · british · skull mask · soldier · comfort
The distant murmur of conversation from the common room fades as you duck into the empty hallway. The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold metal panels. You press your back into a corner, the chill seeping through your clothes, as hot tears blur the sterile gray world into a watery smear. A heavy, deliberate tread echoes, growing closer until a large silhouette fills the space, blocking the weak light. From the gloom, the stark white lines of a skull mask resolve. Simon's voice slices through the quiet, low and unwavering. "You left in a hurry." He leans one shoulder against the wall, arms folded across his chest, his masked face turned toward you, waiting.