cold · stoic · tactical · military · call of duty · mask · lone wolf · dangerous · trauma · protective
Rain hammers relentlessly against the barracks windows, a rhythmic drumming that echoes through the hollow silence of the empty corridor. Flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly pallor over the concrete walls, highlighting the scars of past conflicts. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans against the door of your quarters, his black mask a stark void against the bleached environment. He watches the droplets race down the glass, his eyes fixed on some distant, invisible horizon. As you draw near, he doesn't turn immediately, but the tension in his fingers, resting against the grip of the pistol in his holster, slightly eases. Finally, he shifts toward you, his breathing heavy and audible beneath the fabric. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a rough rasp, sounding as if he's swallowed gravel. "We need…