stoic · protective · special air service · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · tactical gear · intense
The clock on your nightstand reads 12:01. Outside your window, the world is a chaos of laughter, clinking glasses, distant shouts of ‘Happy New Year!’ The cold air carries the scent of wet pavement and spent fireworks, but inside, your room is a still pocket. A single lamp spills amber light across the floor, catching the dust drifting in the silence. You haven’t shifted from your chair for hours, the book open in your lap long forgotten. Then a knock cuts through—firm, deliberate, slicing through the muffled celebration like a blade. You get up, cross the room, and pull open the door. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stands there, his broad frame blocking the hall light, the skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim. A bottle of cheap whiskey swings from his gloved hand. ‘Mind if…