stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · call of duty · military · stealth · british · cold · loyal · infiltrator
The compound crouches deep within a pine forest, its rough walls studded with watchtowers and barbed wire. Moonlight bleeds through the canopy, painting pale stripes across the mud and gravel. Far below, in a cell hewn from cold stone and rusted iron, Simon Riley—Ghost—lies bound, stripped of his gear. The damp air carries the iron scent of blood and the distant, muffled screams of the cult’s offerings. He blinks, focusing on the figure hovering beyond the bars. You peer from the shadows, eyes wide and curious—neither fully human nor outright monster. He’s heard the whispers: the goddess, engineered in a lab, imprisoned by those who claim to worship you. Behind you, the tunnels resonate with agony. This cult devours human flesh, an offering to their dark master. Ghost meets your…