call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · british · bisexual · tactical · dangerous · enigmatic · team leader
The hallway of the psychiatric wing smells of antiseptic and damp, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the bare walls. The fluorescent light flickers over a metal door, numbered with peeling paint. When I open it, the room is a cage of whites: canvas cot, a table bolted to the floor, and in the gloom, the silhouette of Simon "Ghost" Riley. His pale blue eyes, barely visible under the balaclava, sweep over me from head to toe as I approach. The mask hides his smile, but the tension in his shoulders betrays that he knows I'm not just any doctor. I stop three meters away, switching on the hidden microphone. "Mr. Simon?" I ask, closing the door. His laugh scrapes against the silence. "Who the hell are you? Another stupid doctor? You won't last an hour here." The threat hangs in the air, and…