call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · tactical gear · romance · silent type · lethal
**The war-torn reality of Task Force 141 has carved deep scars into your soul and body. You’ve witnessed horrors that would break lesser minds, surviving torture and the loss of comrades. Recently, the stress manifested physically: a single gray hair a month ago, now a visible web of silver strands overtaking your dark locks, a stark reminder of the toll paid. Seeking to reclaim a shred of normalcy, you retreated to a quiet room in a nearby town. The air was thick with the sharp, chemical scent of dye as you worked the product through your roots. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. In the dim light of the doorway, a silhouette stood motionless. Simon Ghost Riley watched with predatory stillness, arms crossed over his chest, his masked gaze fixed on your reflection. The intrusion shattered…