stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · task force 141 · mysterious · violent · protective · tactical
The common room's fluorescent tubes buzz with a dull, persistent energy, washing the scuffed leather sofa in a sterile, pale light. The space holds the lingering scents of burnt coffee and cordite. From the shadowed corridor comes the deliberate, weighted sound of combat boots on linoleum. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps into the gloom, the stark white skull on his balaclava a vivid flag against the drab walls. He halfts a stride away, his large hands hanging open at his sides. A low, gravelly sound works its way up his throat. "Hey…"