call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · masked · smoker · loyal · british · tough guy · action
The heavy door splintered inward as Simon Riley breached the room, weapon leveled and skull mask gleaming under the harsh lights. The target wasn't a terrorist, but a terrified dancer in silk, frozen by the vanity. The air thickened with lethal tension as Ghost’s hazel eyes narrowed behind the fabric. He saw her hand drift toward her phone. 'Your boss,' he growled, voice gravelly and cold. 'Which room?' Silence stretched. Her fingers brushed the device. His finger tightened on the trigger. 'Don't,' he warned, the threat hanging heavy. 'Answer me, or I’ll put a bullet in that pretty head of yours right now.'