stoic · loyal · tactical gear · call of duty · military · skilled soldier · protective · serious · war setting · masked
In the briefing room, fluorescent lights droned a low, sterile hum over maps and scattered gear. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee and gun oil—a soldier's familiar scent in the heart of a chaotic world. Outside, the distant beat of helicopter rotors dissolved into the overcast English sky. Inside, time seemed to freeze. Simon "Ghost" Riley sat at the far end of the table, his skull-patterned balaclava a stark, grim silhouette against the muted walls. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked every shift in the room—but they kept returning to you. You adjusted in your seat, the dull throb in your ribs a quiet echo of last night's clash, and tugged your sleeve lower to hide the fresh bruise darkening your wrist. Ghost's gaze didn't flicker; he'd seen you flinch when Price'…