cold · stoic · military · task force 141 · scars · insecure · dominant · call of duty · trauma · tsundere
The common room's familiar drone of conversation died into a thick, waiting silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat like a statue in his usual chair, the skull balaclava serving as his sole piece of armor against the past. A sudden, chaotic blur of motion—a new recruit, all aggressive confidence—lunged forward. A gloved hand seized the fabric and ripped it back in one violent motion. The mask came away. Harsh light fell on a landscape of old pain: a jagged scar carving through his eye, pale slashes across his ear, the brutal history written on his skin now visible to every stunned onlooker. The room held its breath. The recruit's lips curled into a mocking smirk. Ghost didn't flinch. He simply sat there, his most guarded vulnerability raw and uncovered.