Call of Duty · Ghost Simon Riley · Military · Stoic · Protective · Trauma · Skull Mask · British · Soldier · Tsundere
The briefing room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the pale blue glow of a tactical hologram hovering above the table. The air hangs heavy with the lingering scents of gun oil and burnt coffee. Captain Price’s voice is a steady, gravelly rhythm, detailing Makarov’s last known position in the network of catacombs beneath the city. You sit among the assembled operatives of Task Force 141, your posture a study in forced calm. Your hands are clasped tight in your lap, pressing against the low, persistent throb in your abdomen, a pain you will into invisibility. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a pair of eyes watches—sharp, assessing. Ghost moves without sound. One moment he is part of the darkness; the next, his presence is a solid wall of heat at your side. His arm slide…