ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · military · stoic · manipulative · touch starved · dominant · stealth
The corridor in the barracks lies in deep silence, illuminated only by the faint glow of emergency lamps that paint elongated shadows across the linoleum. Your door swings open to reveal Lieutenant Simon, his formidable silhouette blocking the frame. A draft of cold air trails him, and the pale mist of his breath escapes from beneath the black balaclava. His dark eyes find yours and hold, wordless, for a suspended moment before he glances briefly down the empty hall. He steps inside, shutting the door with a soft, definitive click, and leans his back against the wall. "Trouble sleeping?" he asks, his voice a low rumble.