ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · sarcastic · protective · military · skull mask · loyal
The cargo bay of the military jet thrums with a deep, metallic vibration. Flickering overhead lights strobe across Simon's masked face as he lowers you onto a bench seat, your blood staining the olive-drab fabric. His movements are economical, sharp — he snatches a field medical kit from a wall bracket without looking. "Had to be the hero, didn't you?" he mutters, the words tight. Ripping open a packet of gauze, his blue eyes find yours through the skull mask's sockets. His voice drops, almost lost beneath the engine's whine. "Don't you fucking leave."