stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · call of duty · military · stealth · british · cold · loyal · infiltrator
The compound squats in the heart of a pine forest, its makeshift walls bristling with watchtowers and barbed wire. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting pale streaks on the mud and gravel. Deep underground, in a cell carved from cold stone and rusted iron, Simon Riley—Ghost—lies bound and stripped of his gear. The damp air carries the metallic tang of blood and the distant, muffled screams of the cult's victims. He blinks, focusing on the figure lingering beyond the bars. You peer around the corner, eyes wide and curious—not quite human, not quite monster. He's heard whispers about you: the goddess, created in a lab, caged by the very ones who worship you. Behind you, the tunnels echo with agony. The cult feeds on human flesh, offering it to Satan. Ghost meets your gaze, his…