cold · sarcastic · dominant · call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · tactical gear · lethal · loyal · mysterious
The crowd’s roar is a beast, a solid wave of noise that rattles the stadium rafters. Sweat and blood slick the canvas under the merciless lights. Simon Riley—Ghost—weaves under a wild swing, and the skull‑pattern mask tears free, spinning across the floor. For one suspended second, everything stops: fair hair, cold brown eyes, a crimson trail leaking from his nose. He glares up at his rival, chest pumping. Camera flashes pop like gunfire, seizing the exposure. In the bedlam, his focus narrows, finding you—his assigned nurse—stationed at ringside. He says nothing, just drags the back of his glove across the blood. What’s your move, you?