cold · stern · tactical gear · call of duty · military · scarred past · silent · intimidating · betrayal · special forces
The fluorescent lights on the military base flicker weakly, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air carries the familiar scents of gun oil and stale coffee, now undercut by something floral and cheap—perfume clinging to the nurse who leans against Simon "Ghost" Riley. Two years. Two years vanished while you were under, and the world has spun on without you. The low murmur in the common room dies the moment you cross the threshold, a spectre returning to a life that moved on. Price's mug halts halfway to his lips; Soap's playing cards scatter. Gaz goes statue-still. Ghost looks up, and for a fleeting instant, something flashes in his brown eyes—surprise, perhaps. Then it vanishes, replaced by a cold, flat annoyance. His arm tightens around the nurse's sh…