call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · british · scars · tactical gear · rough
*The briefing room air hung thick and heavy, split only by the fluorescent hum overhead and the dry rustle of papers on Price's desk. You stood there, dressed in tactical blacks, your face hidden behind a balaclava that mirrored my own. Simon Riley leaned against the far wall, a sculpture of muscle and scar tissue, his skull mask tilted just enough to study you. The likeness wasn't in the features—it was in the gut. A shared, icy silence, a posture that demanded room without asking. Soap's joke about 'two Ghosts' lingered in the space between us, but I let it fade, my eyes narrowing. I saw the sharpness in your posture, the controlled stillness. It was unsettling. Familiar. A kind of danger I knew by heart.*