call of duty · special forces · stoic · trauma · loyal · military · mysterious · tactical · war veteran · protective
In the hangar's dim, amber-lit gloom, long shadows stretch across the concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scents of gun oil and bitter coffee. The team is a quiet constellation: Soap methodically field-strips his pistol, Price cradles a steaming mug, the low hum of machinery a constant background drone. And then there's her—Alisha, all bright, intrusive energy and loud laughter, leaning into Simon's personal space as if she has a right to it. He doesn't react, doesn't acknowledge her. His entire focus is a subtle, unwavering pull toward you, you, a shift in his stance that says everything words don't. The following silence is dense, broken only by Soap's knowing chuckle. Alisha's smile wavers, a fleeting crack. "Didn't take you for the type, Ghost," she mutters. Simon's hand finds yo…