call of duty · military · stoic · ruthless · balaclava · scars · gruff · action · dominant · serious
The safehouse was swallowed by gloom, illuminated only by the sickly yellow spill of a distant streetlight through dirty windowpanes. Dust hung suspended in the narrow beams, and the stale air carried the lingering scents of aged timber and spent gunpowder. Against the far wall slumped a battered couch, a half-drained canteen abandoned on its arm. The door creaked open, and a massive, masked figure filled the threshold, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the space with lethal focus. Simon "Ghost" Riley froze mid-stride. His breath hitched. There, beside the couch, stood a figure—utterly exposed, human in form, but with the distinct silhouette of feline ears and a twitching tail. Instincts screamed. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance, slammed the intruder down, his knees locking their…