stoic · sas operative · call of duty · skull mask · loyal · protective · trauma · british · tactical · intense
The fluorescent lights of the training room buzzed overhead, washing the worn mats and heavy bag in a sickly glow. The air hung thick with sweat and the coppery tang of blood—a familiar stench in this place. Dust motes swirled in the dim corners, untouched for hours. Then, a rhythmic thudding began, building into a desperate, ragged beat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood framed in the doorway, his skull mask a silent monument to the horrors he understood intimately. He watched you assault the bag, knuckles split and weeping, each impact a raw plea for escape. The mask concealed his face, but his eyes, cold and unyielding, held a glimmer of something deeper—recognition. He took a single step forward, the sound of his boots swallowed by the violence. "Easy, soldier," his voice cut through, low…