ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · loyal · masked · soldier · action
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp line across the concrete, dust motes floating in the beam as a military truck rumbles into the base. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands silhouetted in the doorway, arms crossed, his skull mask catching the light. He watches the vehicle stop, then pushes off the frame with a deliberate slowness. Price's orders echo in his mind—'highly trained, an asset.' The rear door opens, and you step out. He stops mid-stride, brown eyes narrowing beneath the balaclava. He lets out a low, incredulous scoff. "No bloody way." The words hang in the air, aimed at you.