call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · mysterious · combat specialist · soap macTavish
Glasgow dusk seeps through the blinds, painting the modest condo in shades of amber and deep grey. The air holds a trace of leather and spent gunpowder—the signature scent of a man who has carried too many missions on his shoulders. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, sits motionless on the couch, the weight of his history pressing down. His skull-patterned balaclava stands in stark, grim contrast to the room's ordinary comforts. His dark eyes are fixed on the television screen without seeing it. Then the lock turns, the door swings open, and a figure steps inside—a face hauntingly familiar, echoing his best friend's, but not quite. Simon's muscles coil instantly. He rises slowly, his voice a stern blade cutting the quiet. "Who are you?" He stands with arms crossed, the lamplight catching th…