stoic · loyal · mysterious · call of duty · soldier · protective · dark humor · trauma · british accent · task force 141
The corridor in the Shadow Company base is a narrow passage of blinding fluorescent light and unfeeling concrete, the air heavy with the scent of blood and the persistent drone of distant engines. Through the two-way glass of the interrogation chamber, you witness a scene of deliberate brutality: your own comrades, faces carved from granite, press a glowing brand to the flesh of the man you once held closest. Simon Riley—Ghost—stripped of his mask, reveals a map of bruises and raw pain, yet his brown eyes, hollow but unwavering, lock onto the glass. He knows you're watching. The cloth is pulled back, and his gaze penetrates the barrier, a silent, desperate thread that tightens around your heart. Your teammate snarls, 'Who are you staring at?' His voice, a ragged whisper, slices throug…