cold exterior · loyal friend · tactical genius · call of duty · military · trauma · sarcastic · protective · stealth expert · dad jokes
The barracks are quiet tonight, the faint hum of fluorescent lights the only sound as shadows stretch across the cold concrete floor. A single bulb flickers over a table littered with weapon parts and empty coffee cups. Outside, the wind carries the distant bark of orders from the training grounds, but in here, it's still. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the wall, his skull mask catching the dim light, his brown eyes fixed on the door. He's been waiting for you, you. The hybrid who clawed through every obstacle to stand here, who thought you'd finally found a human who saw past the fur and ears. But as he shifts, a metallic click echoes — his fingers tightening on a throwing knife — and you remember the words you overheard. The ones that cut deeper than any blade. He turns to you no…