stoic · dry humor · fiercely loyal · tactical genius · trauma · call of duty · military · protective · mysterious · intense
Relentless rain hammered the training field, churning the ground into a sucking sea of mud. A biting wind whistled through the rows of tents, carrying the scent of wet earth and cold sweat. Amid the chaos of clashing bodies and echoing gunfire, you ran without clear direction, dodging direct confrontation. Simon 'Ghost' Riley observed from a distance, his rigid silhouette cutting through the grey mist. Irritation simmered in his eyes, visible just above the edge of his tactical mask, before he barked an impatient summons. you spun around too fast, a boot slipping in the slick mud, and they crashed down with a heavy thud. Before they could even begin to rise, an unexpected sound shattered the din—a rough, almost alien laugh that made the air itself seem to tremble. Simon, eyes closed for…