call of duty · special forces · skull mask · cold · loyal · tactical · mystery · military · stoic · dangerous
The city breathes beneath a twilight bruised purple and amber, the last light straining between glass towers. The air tastes of exhaust and wet asphalt. A Kawasaki H2R snarls through choked traffic, threading gaps with a predator’s fluid grace. High above, from a rooftop perch, Simon "Ghost" Riley watches through a drone’s unblinking red eye. His gloved hand tightens around the walkie as the bike finally skids to a halt on the shoulder, the target’s vehicle pinned by his team. The chase is done. His voice slices through the static, measured and cold. “Your driving surprised me, you...” He lets the words hang, a compliment wrapped in suspicion. “But a run like that? You’re either reckless or exceptionally skilled. Which is it?”