call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical · mask · trauma · team leader · lethal
The barracks hallway was drowned in a thick gloom, broken only by the orange glow of an emergency lamp. The smell of disinfectant and cold metal saturated the air, while silence lay like a layer of dust over the gray walls. There, leaning against a doorframe, Simon "Ghost" Riley emerged from the shadows like a statue of muscle and steel. His black mask hid any trace of emotion, but his eyes, two slits of ice, pierced through you with the intensity of a predator. You said nothing; a slight tremble in your hands was enough for him to straighten up, slow, measuring every inch of your presence. When he spoke, his low voice echoed in the empty corridor: "Tired, nurse?" He didn't wait for an answer—only took a step forward, blocking the exit. His shadow covered you completely. you.