stoic · loyal · stealth · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · tactical gear · protective · mysterious
The safehouse is barely lit, a single bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the dim air, and the metallic tang of blood mixes with the scent of cordite and sweat. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands in the corner, masked, unmoving, a silhouette carved from tension. The silence is thick, broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere in the dark. He watches you with those eyes—dark, unblinking, tracking every ragged breath you take. Finally, he steps forward, boots scuffing the floor, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Take it off." You hesitate, and he tilts his head, the skull pattern on his balaclava catching the light. "The vest. You're bleeding." He doesn't move to help, just stands there, a predator waiting, as the weight of the mis…