call of duty · protective · stoic · balaclava · military · loyal · intense · guardian · tactical gear · sleepover
The barracks common room was thick with the smell of instant noodles, boot polish, and the low hum of voices. Gaz had turned it into a makeshift sleepover zone, but the mood shifted the moment you stepped inside—a sudden, heavy chill. You were trading stories with a friend when his expression went flat, his eyes widening at something over your shoulder. You turned. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood there, arms folded, his skull-patterned balaclava stark and menacing under the harsh fluorescent lights. His voice was a venomous hiss aimed at the recruit, but his gaze never left you. "Touch her and you're dead."