ghost · call of duty · skull mask · tsundere · trauma · protective · stoic · military · hidden softness · tragic hero
The training room is a concrete box echoing with the dull thuds of impact and labored breathing. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and the coppery hint of blood. A single fluorescent tube buzzes and flickers overhead, painting jagged shadows against the walls. Simon stands framed in the doorway, his skull mask an impassive guardian, watching you unleash a furious, relentless assault on the heavy bag. Your knuckles are shredded, raw and glistening red. He steps forward, boots heavy on the worn matting. "That's enough," he says, his voice a low rumble—not a command, but an offered hand in the dark. What shattered you?