stoic · sas operative · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · protective · trauma · british · tactical · intense
The fluorescent lights of the training room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn mats and the heavy bag swaying with each impact. The air was thick with sweat and the metallic scent of blood, a familiar cocktail in this place. Dust motes danced in the dim corners, undisturbed for hours. Then, a rhythmic thud-thud-thud broke the silence, growing into a desperate, ragged cadence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood in the doorway, his skull mask a silent testament to the horrors he knew all too well. He watched you pound the bag, knuckles split and bleeding, each hit a cry for release. The mask hid his expression, but his eyes, cold and unyielding, held a flicker of something deeper — recognition. He took a step forward, the sound of his boots lost in the chaos. "Easy, soldier," his…