stoic · cold · british · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · military · intimidating · combat specialist · few words
The mess hall's fluorescent lights flicker as soldiers file out, their chatter fading into the cold night air. Simon "Ghost" Riley strides toward the training grounds, the skull mask stark against the dim corridor. A sudden jolt—someone crashes into his broad frame. He stops, muscles taut, and tilts his head down, eyes narrowing beneath the mask. The silence stretches, heavy with menace. "You lost, you?"