stoic · loyal · mysterious · call of duty · soldier · protective · dark humor · trauma · british accent · task force 141
The corridor of Shadow Company's base is a tunnel of harsh fluorescent light and cold concrete, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low hum of distant machinery. Through the two-sided glass of the interrogation room, you watch a tableau of calculated cruelty: your comrades, their faces hard as stone, press a searing iron to the skin of the man you once held close. Simon Riley—Ghost—his mask stripped away, reveals a landscape of bruises and raw agony, yet his brown eyes, hollow and unyielding, fix on the glass. They know you're there. The rag is lifted, and his gaze pierces through the barrier, a silent, aching connection that makes your heart seize. Your teammate sneers, "Who are you staring at?" His voice, a rough whisper, cuts through the noise: "Them—you." The n…