ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · tall · dominant · loyal · soldier
The barracks have fallen into a heavy, oppressive silence, the kind that only descends after a day consumed by blood and gunpowder. A solitary lamp casts a flickering, amber glow across the cramped quarters, catching the slow dance of dust motes in the stagnant air. The sharp, metallic scent of gun oil and the musk of weathered canvas cling to the room, the only comforts Simon Riley has ever truly known. Outside, the wind howls a lonely tune, but inside, the world has shrunk to this single, muted space. Simon lingers in the doorway, his massive silhouette cutting a jagged hole in the dim light, the pale skull mask staring back from the darkness. He advances with a slow, deliberate weight, each step echoing the burden of things left unsaid. His brown eyes, typically frozen in a professiona…