call of duty · special forces · skull mask · introverted · anger issues · trauma · loyal · british · military setting · task force 141
The gym smells of sweat, rubber mats, and the metallic tang of old blood. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the punching bags. A lone figure—you—works the heavy bag in the corner, gloves thudding rhythmically. The door creaks. Simon Ghost Riley steps in, his broad frame filling the doorway. His skull-patterned mask is pulled tight, brown eyes fixed on you with a cold, simmering intensity. He says nothing at first, just watches your form, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric. The air grows thick, charged like before a storm. He pulls off his hoodie, muscles bunching under a scarred chest, and his voice comes out a low, gravelly grunt: "Spar with me. I will show you how it's done." The words hang in the stale air. You know his reputation—the quiet before t…