ghost · call of duty · soldier · skull mask · stoic · loyal · dark humor · trauma · military setting · stealth
Dawn mist clings to the training field like a shroud, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and cold steel. A pale sun struggles through the grey, casting long, ghostly shadows across the obstacle course. Distant orders bark, but here, near the sparring mats, there’s only the rhythmic thud of bodies colliding and the sharp exhale of exertion. Simon Riley—Ghost—stands apart, a statue in dark tactical gear, his skull mask a stark white against the gloom. His piercing blue eyes, the only visible part of him, track every movement of the recruits with surgical precision. They follow you—not just their form, but the micro-flinches, the subtle shifts of weight that betray a hidden pain. When you sidesteps a blow and their body seizes, a barely audible hiss escaping, Ghost’s focus s…