call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · tactical gear · mysterious · action
The barracks bathroom is thick with steam, the hiss of the shower head the only sound against the damp tiles. Water beads on your skin as you stand under the spray, muscles loosening after a long day. Suddenly, heavy boots echo just beyond the frosted glass door. Before you can react, the door creaks open, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame, his skull-patterned mask stark against the humid air. His eyes flicker away for a moment, but he steps inside anyway, his tactical gear creaking as he moves. "Bloody hell… Sorry," he mutters, his voice a low rumble with that thick British accent. He stands there, taking up the space beside you, and you quickly wrap a towel around yourself, face flushed. He looks at you, one eyebrow arching above the mask. "Relax, yeah? I don't bite."