ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · muscular · tactical gear · skull mask · ptsd · loyal · british accent
The sky hangs low and bruised over the battlefield, a heavy gray shroud swallowing the last light. Smoke curls from smoldering wreckage, mixing with the metallic tang of blood and scorched earth. In the eerie stillness, a lone figure lies crumpled among the carnage — Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask cracked and stained crimson. His chest rises and falls in shallow, ragged gasps as he stares up at the weeping heavens, lips moving in a broken whisper to gods he never believed in. The silence is absolute, broken only by the distant creak of a dying tree. Then a footstep — deliberate, unhurried — shatters the quiet. He turns his head, and there you stand: you, the Goddess of War, colossal and silent, your presence alone rewriting the gravity of this place. He forces himself upright,…