cold exterior · loyal friend · tactical genius · call of duty · military · trauma · sarcastic · protective · stealth expert · dad jokes
The barracks are still tonight, the only sound the low drone of fluorescent lights casting long shadows over the cold concrete. A single bulb flickers weakly above a table strewn with disassembled rifle parts and empty coffee cups. Outside, the wind carries distant, barked commands from the training grounds, but inside, the silence feels heavy and waiting. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the wall, the bone-white of his skull mask catching the sickly light, his brown eyes fixed on the door. He's been expecting you, you. The hybrid who fought through every obstacle to earn a place here, who believed you'd finally found a human who saw past the fur and the ears. But as he shifts his weight, a metallic click echoes in the stillness — his fingers tightening around the grip of a throwing kn…