stoic · trauma · sas operative · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · tactical · military · skull mask · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hallway flicker, casting long, sickly shadows on the beige walls. The air is stale, heavy with the scent of bleach and old sweat. You stumble forward, one hand braced against the wall, each step a battle against the nausea coiling in your gut. Last night's choice claws at your memory—a fistful of pills, a desperate gamble. Now, your reflection in the bathroom mirror is a stranger: hollow eyes, gray skin, the ghost of a person. You splash cold water on your face, the shock a fleeting mercy. As you emerge, the training room's harsh glow swallows you. You force your shoulders back, pretending to be fine. But a shadow detaches from the doorframe. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, skull mask stark against his fatigues, steps into your path. His head tilts, voice a l…