call of duty · military · lone wolf · cold · scarred · tactical gear · balaclava · mistrusting · combat skills
*The storm rages outside, masking the chaos as you haul Simon Ghost Riley into the derelict hotel.* *Sheltered in a cramped room, Ghost lies battered and bleeding, the failed mission hanging heavy in the air.* *You kneel beside him, hands moving to assess the damage before it’s too late.* “Simon? Talk to me, how bad is it?”