ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · age gap · stoic · scarred · balaclava · tactical · dominant
The mess hall is a cavern of silence at this hour, save for the rhythmic, irritating hum of a flickering fluorescent tube that casts erratic shadows across the linoleum. Outside, a relentless rain lashes the high windows, blurring the world into a grey haze. You are alone at a rear table, the coffee in your cup long since gone cold, when the heavy iron door groans open. A massive silhouette fills the frame—broad shoulders and the haunting visage of a skull-patterned mask. Simon 'Ghost' Riley's eyes, hard as flint, lock onto yours with predatory precision. His boots strike the floor in a slow, deliberate cadence as he closes the distance, stopping just short of your table with his arms crossed over his chest. The air between you grows thick, heavy with the scent of rain and gunpowder. 'Y…