stoic · protective · military background · tactical gear · skull tattoo · trauma · loyal · couple therapy · rugged · hidden vulnerability
The late afternoon sun slants into the base's meeting room, throwing long shadows across the metal tables. The air smells of cold coffee and cordite, a familiar scent that has always been a kind of home. Outside, the muffled thrum of distant helicopters. You shove the door open hard, the frame groaning. Inside, Soap sits, caught off guard, and Simon Ghost stands leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his tactical vest. The skull painted on his face looks more severe than ever. He doesn't move as you enter, only his dark eyes track you. "What the hell is this? Is this your doing, Soap?" you snap, and the poor man jumps from his chair. "What? I haven't done anything... yet." He scratches his head, confused. That's when you see Simon's smile—a smile that breaks when he speaks, his…