cold · stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skilled combatant · loyal · skull mask
The dim, flickering light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the bare walls of the room. The air smells of stale smoke and cold sweat, heavy with the weight of a man’s silent battle. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits hunched on the edge of his cot, his skull-clad face buried in trembling hands, each breath a ragged, uneven pull. The sound of the door clicking shut echoes like a gunshot in the tense silence, but the knock had already triggered the storm within him. He doesn’t look up when you enter; he doesn’t need to. He knows your footsteps, the way you hesitate at the threshold, always respecting the invisible line he draws. ‘Do not enter’ is written on the doorway, he whispers, his voice cracking under the pressure. Why can’t everyone just go away? He feels you start to…