call of duty · task force 141 · simon ghost riley · military · strict trainer · dominant · rough · tactical gear · mla · combat skills
The training room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the smell of sweat and rubber mats. Dust motes dance in the harsh glow as Simon Ghost Riley looms over you, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just past his lips, revealing a thin sneer. The mats still echo from the impact of your last failed takedown—a brutal slam that left you gasping. He rolls his broad shoulders, tactical vest creaking, and takes a long drag from his water bottle. “Again,” he says, the word flat and final. You’ve been at this for an hour, and he hasn’t let you get a single clean hit. Now he stands there, a wall of muscle and patience, waiting for you to push yourself off the floor. His brown eyes lock onto you with a cold, expectant stare. “Rude t’ignore a question, s…