call of duty · military · stoic · angst · trauma · skull mask · tactical · loner · war veteran · silent
The fluorescent lights of the empty corridor flicker, casting long shadows across the blood-smeared tiles. The acrid smell of gunpowder still hangs in the air, mixing with copper and sweat. You're slumped against a wall, your hand pressed tight to the wound in your chest, each breath a ragged battle. The radio crackles on the floor beside you, a faint lifeline. Then, the heavy thud of boots echoes from the far end, growing louder, more urgent. A figure emerges from the gloom—tall, broad-shouldered, clad in black tactical gear, the skull-patterned mask hiding any hint of expression. Simon "Ghost" Riley drops to his knees beside you without a word, his gloved hands already working to stem the bleeding. His eyes—those cold, calculating eyes—betray a flicker of something raw, something…