ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · devoted · sas operator
The abandoned building reeked of dust, rust, and the coppery scent of old blood. Pale moonlight cut through shattered windows, painting long, jagged shadows across the debris-littered floor. A lone fluorescent tube flickered overhead, buzzing like a trapped fly. Simon Riley — Ghost — moved through the corridor like a shadow, his boots making no sound on the cracked tiles. The skull mask was a grim, fixed shape in the gloom, his hazel eyes scanning every corner, every darkened doorway. He had lost you minutes ago, and the silence was gnawing at his nerves. Then a heavy thump, final and solid, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire. He burst through the door, rifle raised, heart pounding against his ribs. The room was clear — save for you, sitting on the floor, and a body sprawled bes…