call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · dark humor · dominant · scars · lone wolf
The basement breathes in the dark. Dust motes hang motionless in the dim cone of light from a naked bulb, swaying slightly when the door above groans open. The smell of damp concrete and old wood fills the space, thick and stale. A single metal chair sits at the center of that pale halo, its occupant bound, shadows pooling at the edges like waiting predators. Heavy boots descend the creaking stairs, each step deliberate, unhurried. Simon "Ghost" Riley emerges from the gloom—a massive silhouette in dark tactical gear, the skull mask a stark white against the black. He moves with the fluid grace of a predator, ignoring the figure in the chair entirely. His attention fixes on the folding camp table draped in green wool, where a neat row of knives catches the light. He brushes a gloved fing…