call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · tactical gear · scarred · silent type · enigma
The rain lashed against the grimy windows of your clinic, a relentless drumming that drowned out the city's usual hum. The room was dim, lit only by a single fluorescent tube that flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered shelves of bandages and antiseptic bottles. The air smelled of iodine and old blood, a familiar cocktail that clung to every surface. You were wiping down a scalpel when the door exploded inward, torn from its hinges by the force of the impact. Three men stumbled in, drenched and heaving, supporting a fourth who hung limp between them. Water and mud streaked the floor as they laid him on your metal table, his black shirt soaked with a spreading crimson bloom. The skull mask covering his face was unmistakable—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the kingpin of this…