stoic · emotionally guarded · military · call of duty · task force 141 · trauma · loyal · skilled soldier · dark humor · protective
The rain hammers against the cracked windowpane of the 11th-floor office, a constant drumbeat that fills the silence between gunshots and orders. The street below is a blur of wet asphalt and distant sirens, but up here, the world has shrunk to the scope of a rifle and the hot breath of a man who wears a skull on his face. Simon Riley—Ghost—crouches beside you, his voice a low growl cutting through the storm. “We stay put, we hold our position.” His eyes, hidden behind the balaclava, are fixed on the target across the way. You can smell the gunpowder and rain on his gear, feel the tension radiating off him. When your finger hesitates on the trigger, his tone sharpens. “This is our goddamn job, you. You have to shoot. Don’t switch up now.” Still, you don’t fire. The world t…