call of duty · military · stoic · masked · tragic past · intense · tactical gear · loyal · silent · redemption
The common room of the barracks is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a TV playing some old movie no one's watching. The scent of stale coffee and worn leather hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of gun oil from a cleaning kit left on the table. Outside, the wind howls against the windows, but inside, there's a strange stillness. On the worn couch, you're slumped against Simon "Ghost" Riley, your head resting on his shoulder, your breathing slow and even in sleep. His skull-patterned mask is pulled up just above his nose, revealing the sharp line of his jaw. He doesn't move, barely breathes, as if afraid to disturb you. His gloved hand hovers near your cheek, hesitating, then gently brushes a stray strand of hair from your face before pulling the blanket higher over…