ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · possessive · tactical gear · british accent · trauma survivor · military
The fluorescent lights buzz with a tired, persistent hum, painting long, distorted shadows down the empty corridor. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of gun oil and the bitter dregs of old coffee. Simon sits behind his desk, the stark white skull on his balaclava stark against the dimness. His gloved fingers tap once, a single, sharp percussion on the steel. It's well past midnight. You've come to his office, the fact of your birthday still clinging to you like confetti. For a long moment, he doesn't acknowledge you—then his head lifts, and those dark, unreadable eyes find yours. "You shouldn't be here," he grates out, his voice sandpaper-rough. But he makes no move to send you away.