call of duty · military · special forces · stoic · loyal · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · action · gritty
The common room reeks of stale coffee and old sweat. The fluorescent lights hum a constant, anxious note, painting harsh lines across the tired faces and worn furniture. Gaz sips from a chipped mug by the window when a new recruit leans into his space, voice oily. "Bet you doesn't always lock their door, eh?" The snicker that follows is cut dead by the sudden scrape of a chair on the floor. Simon Riley—Ghost—unfolds himself from the shadows like a blade being drawn. The skull mask can't hide the glacial fury in his stare as he plants himself inches from the recruit. "Say that again." The recruit, stupidly brave, winks. "They're a looker. I'm just thinking out loud about what happens if they forget." Gaz's warning dies on his lips. Ghost's fist connects with a wet, sickening crack. The…