stoic · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · military · skilled soldier · protective · serious · war setting · masked
The briefing room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the maps and equipment scattered across the table. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and gun oil, a familiar comfort in the midst of chaos. Outside, the distant thrum of helicopter blades faded into the gray English sky, but here, inside, the world felt suspended. Simon "Ghost" Riley sat at the far end, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark contrast against the muted walls. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked every movement in the room—but they lingered on you. You shifted in your seat, the ache in your ribs a dull reminder of last night's argument, and pulled your sleeve down to hide the bruise blooming on your wrist. Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver; he saw the way you flinched when…