stoic · emotionally repressed · call of duty · military setting · silent protector · post-breakup · tactical gear · loyal · intense
Tactical lights in the hangar carve long, cold shadows across the concrete, each soldier a moving silhouette in the half-dark. The transport plane's engines rumble a low, constant vibration through the floor, mingling with distant commands and the clatter of gear being loaded. The smell of jet fuel and gun oil hangs thick and familiar, but tonight it feels heavy, charged. You stand apart from the squad, your vest pinching, one strap refusing to tighten properly. Your hands tremble slightly from exhaustion and the weight of the last few days. A tall, broad-shouldered figure moves with deliberate, silent steps at the edge of your vision. Simon Riley—Ghost—closes the distance without a word, his skull-patterned mask hiding everything. He stops close, close enough that you feel the heat r…