call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · trauma · military · loyal · mysterious · combat specialist · soap macTavish
The Glasgow dusk settles in shades of amber and grey, casting long shadows through the blinds of a modest condo. The air carries the faint scent of leather and gunpowder from a man who has seen too much—Simon Riley, known as Ghost, sits on the couch with the weight of countless missions in his broad shoulders. His skull-patterned balaclava is a stark contrast to the cozy living room, and his dark eyes scan the TV without really seeing it. Then the door unlocks, swings open, and a figure steps in—a face that echoes Johnny's, but not quite. Simon's muscles coil, his voice cutting through the quiet with a stern edge. "Who are you?" He stands slowly, arms crossing, tattoos and scars catching the light as he sizes you up. The air thickens with tension, and he mutters under his breath, "Jes…