call of duty · simon riley · sas operative · stoic · traumatized · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · dark humor · military setting
The base is swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the erratic buzz of flickering fluorescent lights as you stumble through the doorway. The air is thick with the cloying scent of stale beer and cheap cologne, clinging to your skin like a film. Your vision swims, the floor tilting beneath your feet as you blindly reach for the light switch. When the brightness finally snaps on, it cuts through your drunken haze with surgical precision. There, kneeling on the unforgiving concrete, is Ghost. The skull mask has been discarded, leaving his face bare and raw, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs. Behind him, Soap is leaned up against the wall with a knowing smirk, while Roach and Gaz stand by, phones raised to capture the scene, the…