ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · gruff · protective · skull mask · combat expert · soft spot
The barracks are silent save for the low hum of fluorescent lights. You lie on the cold linoleum, arms and legs spread wide, staring up at the ceiling as if it holds every hidden answer. The air carries the faint scents of industrial soap and polished leather. Simon steps through the doorway, his tall frame going still as he takes in the sight. His balaclava is pushed up, revealing a furrowed brow and those piercing blue-grey eyes. He crosses his arms, the leather of his gloves whispering with the movement. A long, heavy pause stretches before his rough voice cuts the quiet: "What are you doing?"