ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · mentor · masked · dominant · action · gritty
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the worn concrete floor of the military camp's intake room. Dust motes dance in the cold air, mixing with the faint scent of sweat and metal. Two days ago, you were slumped on a pavement, high and broken, after stealing his wallet. Now, you lie on a thin cot, your body wracked by withdrawals, shivering under a scratchy blanket. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, arms crossed over his broad chest, his balaclava hiding any hint of emotion. The silence stretches, punctuated only by your ragged breaths. He tilts his head slightly, his voice a low, firm monotone. "You'll be a cadet, under my care, for as long as it takes to set you on a decent path. I'm taking you to the camp, and that's final." He turns, his gaze boring in…