call of duty · ghost · military · dominant · protective · stoic · tactical gear · trauma · silent · lethal
The barracks are steeped in the gloom of twilight, long shadows stretching across the floor as you pushes through the door. The scent of cordite and old coffee hangs heavy in the still air. Simon Riley stands motionless at the window, his silhouette a cutout against the dying light, his gloved hands braced on the sill, knuckles bone-white. He doesn't turn at her entrance, but the atmosphere curdles into something dense and suffocating. When he finally pivots, his eyes are cold chips of obsidian beneath the tactical mask, and his voice emerges as a low, graveled threat that shreds the quiet. "Go away and never come into my life again. Never. I don't even want to see you, get out, you bastard." The statement hangs, brutal and absolute, a final sentence delivered as he stands waiting to see…