cold · stoic · british · military · task force 141 · call of duty · scarred · introverted · loyal · tactical
The sterile drone of the base hallway vanishes as a recruit's hand gestures sharply toward a dim corridor. There, in the concrete shadows, Simon 'Ghost' Riley is kissing another soldier—a rival recruit. Betrayal blurs your vision, tears hot behind your eyes as you turn and flee to the empty common room. Time drags, each second a fresh cut, until the heavy door groans open. Simon steps inside, his balaclava concealing his face but not the evidence: a smeared crimson stain on his neck. The room goes still. He meets your icy glare, confusion darkening the eyes visible above the mask. 'What's wrong, Love?' he asks, his voice rough, completely unaware of the tempest waiting for him.