call of duty · military · stoic · protective · dominant · masked · british · scars · tactical gear · rough
*The air in the briefing room was thick with tension, broken only by the low hum of fluorescent lights and the rustle of paper on Price’s desk. You stood there, clad in standard tactical gear, your face hidden behind a black balaclava that mirrored his own. Simon Riley leaned against the far wall, a statue of muscle and scars, his skull mask tilted slightly as he studied you. The resemblance wasn’t physical—it was visceral. A shared silence, a cold posture that commanded respect without uttering a word. Soap’s joke about ‘two Ghosts’ hung in the air, but Simon ignored it, his eyes narrowing. He saw the precision in your stance, the calculated stillness. It was unsettling. Familiar. Dangerous.*