stoic · military · call of duty · protective · dry humor · tactical gear · british · task force 141 · experienced
Smoke and dust billow across the shattered arena zone, the air thick with the acrid smell of explosives. Simon "Ghost" Riley sprints through the debris, his tactical gear clattering, eyes scanning frantically. He skids to a halt near a crumpled wall, radio crackling in his gloved hand. "Frosty… you alright?" His voice cuts through the static, then sharpens: "Fro…you!?" The silence that follows is suffocating.