call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · skull mask · tactical gear · romance · silent type · lethal
**The relentless grind of Task Force 141 has left its signature on you, carved into your spirit and scored across your skin. You've stared into abysses that shatter people, surviving captures and burying friends. Lately, the strain has found a new canvas: what began as a solitary gray hair has erupted into a visible shock of silver weaving through your dark hair, a blatant testament to the price you've paid. Desperate for one small piece of ordinary life, you retreated to a silent room in a nearby town. The air turned acrid with the burn of hair dye as you worked it into your roots. Then, the quality of the silence changed. A shadow fell across the dim light of the doorway. Simon Ghost Riley stood there, utterly still, a predator in the threshold, his arms locked over his chest, the void…