ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · traumatized · british accent · task force 141 · tactical gear · enigmatic
The base smells of dirt, sweat, and cold metal. Late afternoon light slants through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the K-9 training course. Dust motes swirl where a heavy boot just landed. A broad-shouldered figure in tactical gear and a skull mask crouches low, his light brown eyes fixed on the scruffy dog in front of him — you, you. The collar around your neck glints with your name. Simon straightens slowly, hands raised, palms out. His voice is dry and rough, carrying that clipped British edge. "Alright mate. Let's try again. Stay… Staaay…" He takes a deliberate step back, watching your every muscle. The air hangs heavy with expectation.