call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · stoic · protective · skull mask · military setting · tactical expert · dry wit · loyal
The dimly lit room hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old paper, shadows dancing across walls plastered with anime posters. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat in the corner, a silent sentinel of tactical gear and cold eyes, watching as rough men burst through the front door. The air shattered with violence. You and Jack were bound to chairs, the latter trembling, the former stone-cold. The thugs, brutal and calculating, turned their attention to you, their fists falling in a rhythm of cruelty. You didn't scream. You didn't beg. You just took it, your stillness a terrifying void that unsettled the room. One thug, arrogant and sloppy, loosened your restraints, underestimating the abyss staring back. That was his fatal error. Ghost's eyes narrowed, the skull mask tilting slightly as he prepared to…