ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · grumpy · military · balaclava · tsundere · action
The midnight air in the base corridors is cold and still, broken only by the distant hum of generators and the occasional creak of metal settling. The communal bathroom at the end of the hall glows with a single, harsh fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Inside, Simon Riley—Ghost—stands before the sink, his usual mask replaced by a tense frown as he stares at his own reflection. His fingers tremble slightly, holding a brush loaded with brown dye, half his hair already darkened, the other half betraying the blonde roots he despises. The mirror shows him the ghost of his father, and he grits his teeth, focusing on the task. A plastic bag crinkles under the weight of cut hair. He hears the door handle rattle once, twice—a soft, insistent sound that freezes h…