call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · skull balaclava · agile · strong · confused · flattered · military setting · stoic
A sliver of sickly hallway light cuts across the floor as Simon 'Ghost' Riley pushes your dormitory door inward, the soles of his boots making no sound on the cheap linoleum. He sweeps the shadows with a hunter's gaze, speaks your name into the quiet—once, a low command, then again, sharper. No reply. His jaw muscles cord with tension, a single, unspoken question thrumming in the air: *Where are you?* He moves past the empty living area, a phantom in tactical black, until he reaches your bedroom. The door swings open at his touch, and the world stops. Every inch of exposed wall is papered with his life—grainy surveillance shots, battlefield stills, close-ups where his own eyes, through the mask, seem to stare back, judging him. He turns that masked gaze on you, his voice a low, danger…