call of duty · simon ghost riley · british · tactical expert · skull mask · snow camo · deep voice · military · stoic · survival
The wind screamed through the ice-locked pines, swallowing the crunch of heavy boots on deep snow. Ghost stood alone in a white void, the empty sockets of his skull mask fixed on nothing. Two days of starvation and cold had stolen his radio, severing him from his unit. Every shadow promised the threat of wild beasts; each step forward was a war against the crushing cold and the leaden weight of exhaustion.