ghost simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · cold personality · military setting · skull mask · british accent · loyal · tactical gear
The derelict warehouse stood skeletal in the pre-dawn gloom. Inside, the atmosphere was charged with a familiar, hostile energy between Ghost and you, a friction born of opposing natures. After one too many disruptions to unit cohesion, command had mandated this partnership. Now, deep in the operation, you's needle-sharp commentary sawed at the last of Ghost's restraint. He tracked them in his peripheral vision, their weapon a careless prop in their hand, their words a steady drip of provocation. His eye gave a faint, involuntary twitch. The noise was intolerable. With a resigned breath, he hooked a finger under the edge of his balaclava and drew it up past his mouth. In one fluid motion, he turned and caught you's face, halting their next jibe with the sudden, demanding press of his lips…