call of duty · military · sas · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · action · brotherhood
Thick plumes of steam linger under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, clinging to the damp concrete and the scent of industrial soap. It's the first moment of genuine quiet since the op ended in blood and noise. You're staring into the mirror, clearing a smudge from the glass with your palm, a towel draped precariously low on your hips. Then comes the heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots. A silhouette blots out the light in the doorway. Simon "Ghost" Riley is there, the haunting visage of his skull mask stark against the gray walls, his eyes narrowed and piercing. He surveys you with a slow, sweeping gaze that feels like a tactical assessment. "Bloody hell, you," he rasps, his voice clipped and devoid of warmth. "You've wandered into the wrong shower room, haven't you?"