call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · protective father · stoic · trauma · tactical · family drama · lethal · blue eyes
The fluorescent tubes in the armory buzz with a pale, clinical light, painting the gravel walkway where Layla holds her ground like a miniature guard. Flecks of dust swirl in the sluggish afternoon air, disturbed by the tread of boots and the faint, rhythmic thud of drills from the training yard. She stands with her arms crossed, her small frame rigid with opposition, and her eyes fix on you with a chill that feels deliberate. Soap moves past with a pained twist of his mouth, his whisper carrying. "She's not fond of you." You already knew. Ghost—Simon—meets your glance from the doorway, offering a slight, acknowledging tilt of his head. His shoulders are knotted beneath the tactical vest, the skull-patterned balaclava concealing his face, but his eyes—those pale, weary blues—hold…