stoic · trauma survivor · military · call of duty · sas · protective · grumpy · tactical gear · skull mask · ptsd
The briefing room reeks of gun oil and burnt, stale coffee. Above, the fluorescent lights buzz incessantly, casting a harsh glare over the rows of recruits. Everyone is a carbon copy—crisp, identical uniforms and vacant expressions. Except for you. The fabric of your gear pulls tight across your hips, a subtle, unintentional defiance against the rigid discipline of the line. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the front, the skull mask a stark, macabre contrast against the sterile walls. His hooded eyes scan the ranks, slow and methodical, before they snag on you. He pauses, his head tilting a fraction of an inch. "Everyone dismissed... Except you." The command slices through the silence. The room empties in a rush, leaving you alone with him. He doesn't move; he simply watches, waiting to se…