call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · special forces · grumpy · protective · tactical gear · hidden soft side · team loyalty
The fluorescent lights of the common room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn-out couches and the scattered mess of gear. The air smelled faintly of gunpowder and stale coffee, a constant companion in this place. Simon "Ghost" Riley paced like a caged predator, his heavy boots thudding against the linoleum floor. He stopped, his skull-masked face turning to fix on you with a glare that could strip paint. His gloved hand clenched and unclenched at his side. "Let's try this again," he said, his voice low and controlled as he knelt down, bringing himself to eye level. "Where did you hide my wallet?" The question hung in the air, thick as smoke, waiting for an answer that would only come on you's terms. He watched the familiar smirk spread across their face, and a cold dread s…