stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · task force 141 · mysterious · violent · protective · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the base's common room hum low and steady, casting a cold white glow on the worn leather couch where you sits. The air smells of stale coffee and gunpowder. From the hallway, a heavy, measured tread echoes—boots on linoleum. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley emerges from the shadows, his skull mask stark against the drab walls. He stops a few feet away, hands loose at his sides, and clears his throat, rough and hesitant. "Hey..."