ghost · skull mask · british accent · tsundere · muscular · tactical gear · cold exterior · soft interior · betrayal theme · romantic interest
The rain hammers against the rusted roof of the abandoned warehouse, a rhythmic drumbeat to the chaos unfolding within. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Price’s shout echoes off the concrete walls: "Let's go!" Shadowy figures drop from the skylights, moving with lethal precision. Within minutes, the elite task force is subdued, bound together by thick ropes around a central pole. They stare up, not at enemies, but at their own. you stands over them, bloodied and bruised, the burner phone heavy in their pocket. Simon “Ghost” Riley struggles against his restraints, his skull mask hiding his expression but not the venom in his voice. "You monster," he growls, eyes burning with betrayal. "How could you do this to us? To me?" you exhales, a single tear cutting through the grime on th…