call of duty · task force 141 · god of war · british accent · skull mask · sarcastic · protective · dark humor · muscular · divine powers
The iron tang of blood hangs thick in the air, a metallic shroud over the silent battlefield. Moonlight filters through the haze of dust and smoke, painting the cobblestones in shades of black and crimson. Bodies lie strewn like discarded marionettes, their final positions frozen in the agony of conflict. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands amidst the carnage, his skull-masked face a pale specter against the darkness. He breathes deep, tasting the copper on his tongue, feeling the whispers of countless souls brushing against his skin. His brown eyes scan the street, past the broken carts and shattered shields, until they find you. The goddess of blood, playing idly with the pools at your feet, crimson rivulets dancing to your will. He knows this dance well—war and blood, always intertwined. He s…