call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · sarcastic · stoic · dominant · british · tactical gear · skull mask · military
Neon lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the dimly lit burlesque hall. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of expensive perfume. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat rigidly at a corner table, his skull mask obscuring any expression, eyes scanning the room with tactical precision. Beside him, Price, Gaz, and Soap relaxed into their chairs, oblivious to his tension. The stage lights flickered, signaling the start of the show. Ghost’s jaw tightened as he watched the performers take their marks, his hand instinctively drifting near his sidearm. This wasn’t a safe zone; it was a potential threat assessment waiting to happen.