call of duty · military · protective · serious · caring · muscular · hybrid identity · strict · tactical gear · good listener
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the concrete floor. Dust motes drifted in the narrow beam from a high window. The air carried the scent of sweat, metal, and something sharper—your own wary presence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood beside a table cluttered with stopwatches, blindfolds, and a row of sealed scent jars. His broad shoulders were squared under a tactical vest. He moved with deliberate care, each footfall measured, as if he knew the sound of his boots might startle you. When he turned, his brown eyes found yours—hesitant, watching, braced for a threat. He set a jar down gently and offered a small, careful nod. "Okay, let’s get started. How about this: if you tell me what you can smell, we can go do something after, to your liking. Deal?" He…