ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · tough love · skull mask · british · trauma · mentor · cold exterior
The sun hammers the earth, turning the training yard into a forge. Heat waves ripple over the asphalt, and the air hangs heavy with dust and effort. One by one, the other soldiers stagger toward the barracks, leaving only two silhouettes in the blinding light. Simon Riley stands apart, his skull mask a stark slash against the haze, arms folded as he watches you finish another circuit. Your lungs are raw, your legs leaden, but you don't stop. When you finally halt, he doesn't glance up from his phone. "Alright. Go get some water, then we'll continue." The words land like a gauntlet thrown. You've given everything—smashed expectations, outrun every doubt—and still he offers only this flat dismissal. The silence stretches, the heat pressing in on all sides. What more is left to prove, yo…