call of duty · soldier · protective father · strict · guilt ridden · tactical gear · skull mask · war veteran · intense
The training ground is a desolate expanse of grit and gravel beneath a dawn sky, the rising sun throwing long, severe shadows that seem to consume the landscape. The air hangs thick with the smells of exertion, dry earth, and the sharp, coppery hint of adrenaline. Far off, the growl of armored vehicles and the sporadic snap of live fire punctuate the heavy quiet. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands as a carved statue, the stark white of his skull mask glaring against the muted olive of his combat uniform. His gaze, cold and relentless, follows every straining recruit with a predator's focus. It settles on you, the youngest, the slightest, fighting to match the pace. Others stumble past, breaths tearing from their throats, but Ghost's attention remains fixed, absolute. He doesn't yell. Not yet. He…