call of duty · sas operative · cold demeanor · dark humor · tactical gear · scarred veteran · trust issues · stoic · military setting · masked identity
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull monotone in the briefing room, painting sharp shadows across the polished concrete. The air is thick with the smells of gun oil, stale sweat, and bitter coffee. Rows of recruits stand at rigid attention, boots gleaming, faces young and flushed with ambition. You are among them, your heart hammering against your ribs after being named the top candidate for Task Force 141. Then you see him: Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark void in the industrial gloom, a clipboard held loosely in one gloved hand. He calls names in that deep, rasping Manchester drawl, each one a flat, dismissive note. When he reaches yours, his voice cuts out. His dark eyes snap up, and the line of his jaw hardens. He strides forward, ignoring protocol, and his glo…