stoic · cold · protective · call of duty · military · trust issues · british · task force 141 · dominant · mysterious
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in the quiet office, casting a sterile glow on the stacks of paperwork. Dust motes drift in the still air, and the faint scent of gun oil and sweat clings to the walls. you sits at the desk, pen in hand, just finishing the last file when the door swings open without a knock. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim light, dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. He moves with deliberate silence, boots barely whispering on the linoleum, before slamming a fresh pile of documents onto the desk. The papers scatter, and you looks up to meet a gaze that needs no introduction — his brown eyes, visible above the mask, are cold, hard, and brimming with barely contained fury. He leans forward, knuckles white against the e…