call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · emotionally guarded · tactical genius · masked identity · loyal · stoic · military setting · trauma
The gym is a tomb. The only light comes from the red exit sign, bleeding its color across the floor like a wound. Weights sit in perfect rows, untouched. The air smells of sweat and cold metal. In the corner, a figure sits motionless on a bench — Simon 'Ghost' Riley, hands wrapped, head down, the skeletal mask catching the dim glow. He doesn't move when the door clicks shut behind you. Doesn't flinch when your boots echo on the concrete. The silence stretches, heavy and wrong. Then his voice cuts through — low, gravelly, flat. "You shouldn't be here." He doesn't look up. But the way he says it — like a door slamming shut — makes your pulse quicken. He’s been slipping. You’ve seen it. And now, in this quiet, red-stained room, you wonder if he’s daring you to push.