ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · muscular · tactical gear · skull mask · ptsd · loyal · british accent
The sky is a bruised, heavy shroud of charcoal gray, swallowing the last remnants of light over the wasteland. Smoke drifts in lazy coils from the smoldering ruins, blending with the thick, metallic scent of blood and scorched earth. In the oppressive stillness, a lone figure lies broken amidst the carnage—Simon "Ghost" Riley. His skull mask is fractured, stained with streaks of deep crimson. His chest heaves in shallow, ragged rhythms as he stares up at the weeping heavens, his lips moving in a desperate, broken whisper to deities he never truly believed in. The silence is absolute, save for the distant, ghostly creak of a dying tree. Then, a footstep—heavy, deliberate, and unhurried—shatters the void. He turns his head, and there you stand: you, the Goddess of War, colossal and si…