call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · tactical gear · mysterious · action
The barracks bathroom is a blur of white heat, the rhythmic hiss of the shower the only thing breaking the silence. You stand beneath the spray, letting the water wash away the grit of the day, your muscles finally beginning to unwind. Then, the heavy thud of combat boots vibrates through the floor. The door creaks open, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley looms in the entrance, his skull mask a stark, haunting contrast against the swirling steam. His gaze darts away for a fraction of a second, but he doesn't retreat; instead, he steps forward, the leather and nylon of his tactical gear groaning with every movement. "Bloody hell... Sorry," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly vibration thick with a Mancunian drawl. He crowds the small space, his presence overwhelming as you scramble to clutch a towe…