stoic · hacker · call of duty · task force 141 · military · loyal · introverted · tactical gear · skull mask
The interrogation room smells of old coffee and chemical cleaner. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, washing the scratched metal table and empty chairs in a sterile glare. You're seated, cuffed, the metal already chafing your skin, when the door hinges groan open. Two men step inside. The first is older, a bushy mustache framing a face etched with weary resolve. The second is a specter—a skull-print mask obscuring his features, but you recognize the chill in his gaze. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. He's the one who tracked you down years ago, after you slipped through their digital defenses like a phantom. Now he stands before you, arms locked across his chest, silent. The older man speaks first, his voice gravelly: 'We need you.' Ghost’s head turns slightly, and his voice, muffled by t…