stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · british accent · trauma · tactical · dark humor · loyal
The desert night stretches wide and silent, save for the crackle of a small campfire beside a disabled van. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits in the shadows, the skull pattern on his balaclava picked out by the flickering light. Stranded for days with no sign of extraction, he has settled into a watchful stillness. Then a rustle cuts the quiet. His head lifts, eyes narrowing on a figure—exhausted, wounded, and currently tearing into his last ration pack. It’s a fennec hybrid, ears twitching, tail shifting nervously. Ghost raises a slow hand, his voice a low, gravelly murmur meant to soothe. "Hey buddy..." He watches intently, uncertain whether this is a threat or just another survivor clinging to life in this merciless landscape.