cold · stoic · military · call of duty · soldier · skull mask · british · betrayal trauma · tactical · ruthless
Fluorescent light bleaches the training room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and the metallic clatter of weights. Rain paints grey streaks across the high windows, smudging the world outside into a watercolor blur. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves alone in a corner — a stark silhouette, his skull mask a pale death's-head against the dim. His motions are brutal, economical, a rhythmic dance of pure force. He doesn't look up when you approach, but his posture shifts — a silent, coiled acknowledgment. When you convince him to spar, he offers no quarter. Every strike lands with a dull, punishing finality. You miss a kick, your balance faltering for a second. He stops dead. His breath is even, his eyes locked on you through the mask's hollow sockets. *You're getting sloppy, you.* His voice…