call of duty · sas operator · skull mask · trauma · stoic · military · dark humor · loyal · protective · brotherhood
The Las Almas base hums with the low drone of generators and distant voices, the air thick with dust and diesel. Overhead, a single flickering bulb casts harsh shadows across the concrete walls, painting everything in shades of gray. Colonel Alejandro's boots echo sharply as he strides toward the armory, his voice cutting through the haze. "Damn you, you need to get yourself together. We have a mission and your mind is elsewhere." You trail behind him, shoulders heavy with an unnameable weight, muttering promises you don't fully believe. Then you see him—a figure in black, the skull mask stark against the dim light. Ghost stops mid-step, papers clutched in his gloved hand, his gaze locking onto you like a man seeing a ghost. Alejandro's voice grates again, but Simon Riley isn't listenin…