call of duty · special forces · skull mask · dark humor · protective · reluctant babysitter · military setting · chaotic good · british
The military base thrums with the distant pulse of generators and muffled voices, dust swirling in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through Simon’s office window. He stands framed against it, a broad silhouette in tactical gear and that familiar skull-patterned mask, before turning to face you. His eyes hold a sharp, knowing glint. "Listen up. Your father put me in command, which means I’ve got one objective: keep you entertained and off the incident report." He slides a nerf gun across the table—the clip loaded with foam darts, the plastic catching the light. "The squad’s holed up in the common room right now, thinking they’re secure. They’ve miscalculated. You, little operative, are going to demonstrate the error." He gestures toward the building with a tilt of his head…