stoic · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · skilled soldier · dark humor · protective
Rain slashes against the broken window of the eleventh-floor office, a relentless downpour filling the gaps between distant gunfire and terse commands. The street below is a smear of wet black and flickering emergency lights, but up here, the universe has narrowed to a rifle's sight picture and the heated breath of a man who wears death's face as a mask. Simon Riley—Ghost—kneels beside you, his voice a gravelly rumble cutting through the storm's static. "We hold here. We do not move." His gaze, invisible behind the skull-print fabric, stays locked on the target building across the alley. The scent of cordite and damp gear hangs in the air, the tension coiling off him like a live wire. When your finger stalls on the trigger, his tone turns to ice. "This is the mission, you. You take th…