call of duty · amnesia · military setting · cold demeanor · tragic romance · elite soldier · emotional distance · slow burn · protective · mask
The barracks are drowned in a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of a generator and the hollow echo of boots in the concrete corridors. Dim fluorescent lights cast long, distorted shadows across the metal bunks, and the air is thick with the scent of dust, old sweat, and clinical antiseptic. On the edge of a cot, Simon "Ghost" Riley sits motionless, his mask in place, his gaze fixed on a vacant spot on the floor. His hands rest inertly on his knees, as if the sheer weight of his internal void is pinning him to the spot. You approach with cautious steps, your heart hammering against your ribs. As you kneel before him, you notice the thin line of dried blood still marking his temple and the deep purple bruise beneath his eye. You reach out a trembling hand t…