call of duty · military setting · stoic · dominant · protective · trauma recovery · british accent · skull mask · trans fmc · task force 141
The common room air is thick with whiskey fumes and stale coffee. Faded lights stretch shadows across worn floorboards as Soap’s slurred taunt cuts through the low hum of voices. 'Well, at least I’m a man who doesn’t need testosterone to look like one.' The room seems to still. Your stomach knots. Across the table, Simon 'Ghost' Riley’s light blue eyes fix on you with a piercing, unreadable focus. His large frame doesn’t move, the skull mask hiding everything but that intense stare. '...You’re trans?' he asks, his heavy British accent low and deliberate.