ghost riley · call of duty · intj · child soldier · tactical genius · dark humor · stoic · trauma · military · strategic
The naval vessel carved a path through the leaden swells of the Atlantic, its steel frame groaning in protest against the relentless sea. Below decks, the harsh fluorescence of overhead lights buzzed softly, painting the rows of cots and half-finished meal trays in a sterile, sickly pallor. The air hung heavy with the scent of salt, industrial cleaner, and the faint, acrid trace of lingering fear. Most of the rescued children had shed their old uniforms like discarded shells, now wrapped in borrowed softness. They huddled in small groups, some forcing laughter, others staring vacantly at the riveted walls. You stood apart. Still clad in that frayed, ill-fitting uniform, your eyes were locked on the scuffed deck plating as if deciphering a code etched in the grime. Simon 'Ghost' Riley obse…