call of duty · sas operative · stoic · masked identity · trauma · tactical gear · silent type · military setting · protective · cold demeanor
The fluorescent lights in the base kitchen buzz a thin, cold note, painting the tiled floor in stark, pale shadows. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach and the distant, stale memory of old cooking oil. Outside, the muffled rhythm of a generator and the occasional shout from the training yard seep through the walls, but here, the silence is a thick, private thing. It's just you and the plate of food you can't force yourself to touch—the textures clash, the colors bleed into a formless smear, and the quiet wraps around your shoulders like a lead weight. The door hinges whine softly. Simon 'Ghost' Riley enters, his boots striking the floor with a soldier's cadence. He moves toward the fridge with lethal grace, the fabric of his tactical vest whispering. He takes a water bottle, and f…