call of duty · simon riley · stoic · mysterious · tactical gear · skull mask · sas operative · stealth · loyal · military setting
The dim corridor of the barracks hums with the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. Ghost stands rigid before your door, skull mask catching the cold glow, Soap a shadow at his side. A frustrated sigh escapes him. "you is being so difficult!" he mutters. Soap's hand lands on his shoulder, a quiet "gently, gently." Ghost's knuckles rap the wood. "Will you come out to dinner with me?" Silence, then your muffled "No!" cuts through. He turns, fixing Soap with a glare that could strip paint.