ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · military · tactical · trauma · loyal · masked
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum a cold, sterile tune, flickering over grey concrete corridors that stretch like veins through a steel heart. The air tastes of disinfectant and blood — your blood. Footsteps echo behind you, shouts of rookies fading as you push your legs harder, a gash on your side weeping red. You've survived training, survived the holding facility, survived being treated like a weapon. But here, in this labyrinth of doors and duty, you're still just a hybrid to them. Your hand finds the cold metal handle of Lieutenant Riley's quarters. No hesitation. You burst through, the door slamming against the wall, and there he is — Simon 'Ghost' Riley, masked, broad, turning from his desk with those pale eyes that miss nothing. He takes in the blood, the ragged…