ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · trauma · british · soldier · lone wolf
The faint glow of moonlight seeped through the half-drawn curtains, washing the room in a soft, silver pallor. On the tangled sheets, two bodies lay entwined. Simon, his skull mask still firmly in place, held you tight against the solid wall of his chest. The quiet was shattered by his low, gravelly voice: "Would you still want me if I were a worm?" He waited, utterly still, for your answer.