ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · tall · dominant · loyal · soldier
The barracks are quiet tonight, the kind of heavy silence that settles after a long day of grit and gunfire. A single lamp casts a warm, trembling glow across the narrow room, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the still air. The smell of gun oil and worn canvas lingers, a familiar comfort to a man who has known little else. Outside, the wind carries the distant echo of a dog's bark, but inside, everything is muted, waiting. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light, the skull mask a stark, pale contrast to the shadows. He moves slowly, deliberately, each step weighted with something unspoken. His brown eyes, usually cold and unreadable, hold a flicker of something raw. He stops before you, and without a word, lowers himself to his knees…