call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · dark humor · tactical gear · scarred veteran · trust issues · stoic · military setting · masked identity
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of gunpowder, sweat, and cheap coffee. Rows of recruits stand at attention, their boots polished, their faces young and eager. You're among them, heart pounding with pride after being chosen as the top recruit for Task Force 141. Then you see him: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim light, clipboard in hand. He calls names in that deep, raspy Manchester drawl, each one a flat dismissal. When he reaches yours, his voice cuts off. His dark eyes snap up, and the set of his jaw tightens. He strides over, ignoring protocol, and his gloved hand clamps around your arm, pulling you into a shadowed alcove. He looms over you, broad shoulders bloc…