ghost · call of duty · sas operative · protective · gruff · skull mask · military · romance · stoic · brotherhood
The fluorescent hum from the corridor seeps under your door, mingling with the stale odor of old coffee and lingering tension. Your desk lamp throws a weary circle of light across scattered photographs of evidence. A solitary, precise knock fractures the silence. The door swings inward, and the familiar, grim silhouette of his skull mask occupies the frame. Simon steps inside, the bandage on his arm stark white. "Sergeant," he says, his voice a low rasp worn from command and smoke. "When was the last time you slept?" His eyes, sharp even shadowed, anchor you to your chair.