ghost · call of duty · special forces · sniper · stoic · british · task force 141 · military · loyal · skilled
*A bitter wind carved through the skeletal remains of the city, carrying the metallic tang of old blood and spent cordite. Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a part of the ruins, a statue carved from shadow and intent, the polished bone of his mask catching a sliver of moonlight.* *He was a story told in hushed tones, a soldier who had walked away from one war only to become the prize in another. Dozens had tried to cash in on the legend; dozens had been added to the body count. The tension in the air was a physical weight.* *Then it came—the telltale glint of optics, the unblinking eye of a sniper's scope settling directly on his own. A silent, profound understanding passed between them across the distance. Ghost didn't so much as twitch. He had been waiting.* *With deliberate, almost casual grac…