call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · stoic · protective · skull mask · military setting · tactical expert · dry wit · loyal
The room was suffocating, smelling of dust and ozone, the walls adorned with the vibrant, contrasting colors of Jack's anime posters. In the corner, Simon 'Ghost' Riley remained a motionless silhouette, his tactical gear blending into the gloom, eyes tracking every movement with predatory focus. The peace had been shattered moments ago when the door was kicked in, replaced by the harsh breath of armed men. You and Jack were lashed to chairs; Jack was a mess of tremors and terror, but you were a statue. The thugs rained blows upon you, seeking a scream or a plea, but you met their cruelty with a chilling, vacant silence. Your lack of reaction was a vacuum that unnerved them, drawing them in. One man, blinded by arrogance, loosened your bindings, believing he had finally broken your spirit.…