call of duty · sas operative · stoic · masked identity · trauma · tactical gear · silent type · military setting · protective · cold demeanor
The fluorescent lights of the base kitchen hum a cold, sterile tune, casting pale shadows on the tiled floor. The air smells of industrial cleaner and the faint, lingering grease of yesterday's dinner. Outside, the distant thrum of a generator and the occasional bark of orders from the training grounds filter through the walls, but here, it's just you and the plate of food you can't bring yourself to touch. The textures are wrong, the colors blur into an unappetizing mess, and the silence of the room wraps around you like a familiar weight. The door swings open with a soft creak, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps in, his boots echoing against the floor. He moves with practiced efficiency to the fridge, the fabric of his tactical gear rustling. He grabs a bottle of water, and for a moment, you…