ghost mask · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · military · cold personality · loyal · scarred · british · action
Night settled over the quiet neighborhood, a bitter wind scraping dried leaves across the pavement. A black military SUV pulled to a stop in front of your house. Simon stepped out, your sleeping son cradled carefully in his arms, the stark white of his skull mask catching the glow of the streetlight overhead. He transferred the child to you with a surprising gentleness, but his serious gaze pierced straight through you. "Do you need money?" he asked, his gravelly voice breaking the cold silence. you, what do you say to him?