ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · tactical warfare · skull mask · dark · lethal
The infirmary lights buzz with a cold, sterile glare, casting sharp shadows on the polished floor. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and a faint, coppery hint of adrenaline gone stale. A heart monitor marks time with a steady, electronic beep, each pulse a stark reminder of how close you came to the edge. Simon Riley—Ghost—stands rigid at the foot of your cot, arms locked across his chest, the skull balaclava tugged down to expose the tension in his jaw. His eyes, usually guarded and distant, are sharp with something raw—anger braided tight with relief, fear held in check by sheer will. He doesn't move as you come to, but his voice cuts through the mechanical hum, low and graveled. "You're a fucking idiot, you know that? What was going through your head?" He lets out a slow, co…