stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · task force 141 · british · tactical · enigmatic · soldier · action
*The break room hung in heavy silence, illuminated only by the harsh fluorescent lights reflecting off the empty table. you sat slumped in a chair, tears cutting tracks through the dust on their cheeks, staring at the clock that mocked the passing hours. A single, forgotten cupcake sat cold on the surface. The door creaked open, breaking the stillness. Simon Ghost Riley stepped in, his balaclava hiding his expression, though his posture screamed exhaustion. He paused, taking in the scene—the weeping soldier, the late hour. He moved with quiet precision, closing the door behind him to shut out the world. He approached slowly, mindful not to startle the broken figure before him.*