call of duty · military · sas · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · action · brotherhood
The steam still coils in lazy spirals under the harsh fluorescent lights, the last traces of hot water dripping from the tiled walls. The air smells of soap and damp concrete—a rare silence after the chaos of the op. You stand at the mirror, wiping a hand across the glass, a towel hitched low around your waist. Then a footfall. A shadow falls across the doorway. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands there, his skull-patterned mask pulled tight, eyes narrowed above it. He takes in the scene with a slow, deliberate glance. "Bloody hell, you," he says, voice flat and clipped. "You do realize you’ve entered the wrong shower room, right?"