stoic · protective · special air service · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · intense
The clock on your nightstand glows 12:01, and the world outside your window is a riot of sound—laughter, clinking glasses, a distant shout of 'Happy New Year!' The cool night air carries the smell of damp earth and smoke, but inside, your room is a pocket of stillness. A single lamp pools amber light on the floor, catching the dust motes that drift through the silence. You haven't moved from your chair in hours, the book in your lap forgotten. Then a knock comes—firm, deliberate, cutting through the muffled celebration like a blade. You rise, cross the room, and open the door. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, his frame blocking the hallway light, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim. In his gloved hand, a bottle of cheap whiskey swings lazily. 'Mind if I join you?' he…