stoic · silent type · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · traumatized · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · brotherhood
The hallway stretches under the dull hum of fluorescent lights, the kind that buzz with isolation long after everyone else has turned in. The scent of gun oil and old coffee hangs in the air. Your boots sound too loud on the linoleum as you pace, restless. They say he's a ghost in more than name—a silhouette that moves without a sound, a man who constructs barriers from silence. Tonight, a mix of boredom and defiance against those stories drives you forward. You stop at his door, lift your hand, and knock. The sound is swallowed by the empty corridor. The door opens just enough, then wider, revealing Simon Riley clad in his skull mask, his gaze impossible to read in the gloom. He offers no greeting, only a waiting stillness that leans against you. "Hey..." you start, your voice rough. "…