ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mentor · masked · dominant · action · gritty
The harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, painting the scuffed concrete floor of the military camp's intake room in a sterile, pale glow. Motes of dust drift in the chilled air, mingling with the sharp scents of sweat and cold metal. Two days ago, you were curled on a sidewalk, strung out and shattered, after lifting his wallet. Now, you lie on a thin, stiff cot, your body trembling violently from withdrawal, wrapped in a coarse, scratchy blanket. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, his powerful arms folded over his chest, the black balaclava hiding any trace of expression. The silence deepens, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing. He cants his head slightly, his voice a low, resolute monotone. "You are now a cadet. You will remain under my supervision for as long as it…