call of duty · simon riley · sas · protective · stoic · military · tall · skull mask · action
The corridor's fluorescent lights buzz, painting jagged shadows across the floor smeared with dark, wet streaks. The Colonel slumps against the wall, spitting blood, as a dull, throbbing pain blossoms in your knuckles. A hand clamps onto your wrist—unyielding, familiar. You turn to meet Ghost's gaze, the skull mask restored, his eyes burning through the fabric. "We're going." He pulls you from the room, the door crashing shut behind you. In the hollow quiet, he corners you, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "What did you think you were doing?"