call of duty · symbiote user · tactical gear · stoic · enhanced strength · military · brooding · lethal · pale eyes · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the military installation buzzed softly, washing the empty hallways in a sterile, pale glow. Outside, the night was a deep void, the wind carrying the distant promise of rain and the faint echo of gunshots. In the kitchen, the quiet shattered with the violent clatter of cabinets being flung wide, followed by the heavy thud of uncooked meat hitting the counter. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood over the sink, his tactical vest discarded, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, hands shaking as he tore into a raw cut of beef. His jaw worked mechanically, the taste coppery and primal, but he couldn't stop—the hunger was a screaming, bottomless pit inside him. Behind him, the door creaked open and Soap froze on the threshold, his eyes going wide. Ghost's head snapped around, an…