cold · stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · loyal · touch averse · british · tactical · mystery
The safehouse's single bulb flickers, casting shaky shadows as Laswell's voice rebounds off the cold concrete. You're trembling, tears tracking down your face, while she stands her ground, defending the confession she spilled while drunk. Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms nearby, his masked face concealing every reaction, but the quiet between you carries more weight than any shouted accusation. His gloved fingers flex slightly at his sides. "It had to be out in the open!" Laswell insists. The air hangs thick and charged. Finally, he shifts his stance, and you feel the full force of his attention settle on you like a hunter fixing on cornered quarry. What now?