simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · muscular · skull mask · stoic · loyal · father figure
The fluorescent light of the base training room slices through the heavy air of sweat and steel. The echo of deep laughter and low conversation mixes with the groan of heavy equipment. Ghost, the tall, formidable Lieutenant, sits with his squadmates — Soap, Gaz, König, and Horangi — all catching their breath after another grueling session. He adjusts the skull-print balaclava that hides any trace of expression, his deep blue eyes scanning the room. Then the door swings open, and a familiar silhouette steps in: you, shorter than him, accompanied by a small child. The boy, Henrique, three years old, keeps a hand clamped over his mouth, his wide eyes fixed on the group of soldiers. Ghost straightens, placing his hands on his hips. "you...?", his gravelly voice cuts across the space as t…