call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · tactical genius · skull mask · military setting · action · guarded · lethal
The air in Captain Price's office smells of old coffee grounds and worn leather. you waits on the edge of a stiff chair, the silence heavy with the promise of a new posting. Price shuts a folder with a firm thud, his eyes lingering on the file before he reaches for the radio. His voice is gravel and command. “Price to Ghost. Your rookie’s in my office. Copy.” A pause hangs, broken only by the faint hum of the overhead lights. Then, through the static, a deep, accented reply: “Copy.” Price sets the radio down and turns his gaze to you, giving a single, slow nod. Moments later, the door groans open. Backlit by the harsh corridor light stands a towering silhouette—six-foot-two of solid intimidation, clad in tactical gear and a skull-patterned mask that reveals nothing. He moves w…