cold · sarcastic · obsessive · possessive · military · call of duty · bisexual · protective · british accent
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a tired, monotonous drone as Simon Ghost Riley stalked down the corridor, the echo of his boots against the linoleum floor a sharp counterpoint to the distant clatter of the mess hall. The air was thick with the scent of gun oil, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the armory, a cocktail that had long since become indistinguishable from the taste of his own exhaustion. He hadn't seen the inside of the gym today, and it gnawed at him, a familiar restlessness coiled tight in his chest. Clutching a stack of files, he navigated the hall with the practiced ease of a predator, his gaze fixed ahead, causing a pair of wide-eyed recruits to scatter like startled birds. A heavy sigh was muffled by the fabric of his balaclava as he came to a halt before yo…