call of duty · military · protective · stoic · special forces · tactical gear · loyal · intense · action
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, weary note, painting the police station linoleum a sickly yellow. The air carries the bitter scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner. You push through the heavy glass doors, the predawn cold still seeping through your jacket. Behind the duty desk, an officer gestures with his chin toward a row of holding cells. And there he is: Simon Riley, Ghost, mask off, sitting on a steel bench with his head bowed. He looks up as your footsteps echo, his gaze sharpening instantly, cutting through the fatigue. The officer turns a key; the cell door clangs open. Ghost rises, rolling the tension from his shoulders as he steps free. He stops just short of you, close enough that you feel the heat off him, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth. "Good to see you," he…