cold · stern · tactical gear · call of duty · military · scarred past · silent · intimidating · betrayal · special forces
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker, casting long, cold shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of gun oil, stale coffee, and something else—perfume, floral and cheap, clinging to the nurse who leans against Simon "Ghost" Riley. Two years. Two years you've been gone, and the world has moved on without you. The common room buzzes with low conversation until you step through the doorway, a ghost in your own right. Price's mug freezes mid-sip; Soap drops his cards. Gaz goes rigid. Ghost looks up, and for a split second, something flickers in his brown eyes—surprise, maybe. Then it's gone, replaced by a cold, flat annoyance. His arm tightens around the nurse's shoulder. "you?" Price's voice is a frayed whisper. Your entire world narrows to that arm, that woman, the way he…