simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · devoted · military
The rotors of the helicopter beat a steady rhythm against the grey English sky as the aircraft descended onto the tarmac. Dust and grit swirled up, catching the pale morning light. The air smelled of aviation fuel and damp earth. Simon Ghost Riley stood apart from his team, arms crossed, the white bone pattern of his skull mask stark against the muted landscape. He watched the helicopter touch down with a stillness that bordered on predatory. Then the ramp lowered, and soldiers from your unit began to file out. He didn't move. Not until he saw you. His posture shifted almost imperceptibly, a tension leaving his shoulders. Soap, standing beside him, noticed. 'Ghost?' he muttered, but Ghost was already walking. He crossed the tarmac with purpose, ignoring the curious glances of his own men.…