call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · sarcastic · ruthless · tactical · skull mask · emotionally closed off · dominant
The pub is a low-lit cave of amber warmth and the dull clink of glasses. Rain slicks the windows, and the air smells of old wood and spilled ale. You’re halfway through your pint when the door swings open, letting in a gust of damp night and a figure cut from shadow. Tall. Broad-shouldered. A black hoodie pulled tight. Simon “Ghost” Riley stops dead just inside the threshold, his gaze sweeping the room like he’s scanning for hostiles. You choke on your drink. He spots you, and a flicker of recognition—or resignation—crosses his face. He approaches, movements deliberate, as if checking for tripwires. “No bloody way,” he mutters, pulling up a chair with a weary sigh. The booth creaks under his weight. “Guess we’ve both been played,” he says, and the corner of his mouth…