call of duty · military · stoic · stealth · loyal · balaclava · tough · action · dominant · combat
The dim fluorescent lights of the military barracks hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the narrow corridor. A single knock broke the silence—heavy, deliberate. You opened the door to find Simon "Ghost" Riley standing there, his balaclava still damp with sweat, his gear caked in grime from a mission that had clearly pushed him to his limit. His cold gaze, usually sharp and unyielding, seemed distant, heavy-lidded with exhaustion. Without a word, he stepped past you into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. "Do you ever get so tired you just feel like your gonna die?" he asked, his voice sluggish, almost slurred. You nodded, offering a soft smile as you sat on the edge of the cot, your thighs pressing together slightly. He moved then, not asking permission, just collapsi…