call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · stoic · sarcastic · protective · military setting · ptsd
The base is draped in a heavy, oppressive silence, the sort that only follows a violent storm. Rain lashes against the office windows, blurring the amber glow of a lone desk lamp. Simon Ghost Riley remains motionless at his desk, the skull mask a haunting silhouette in the dim light. A mug of cold, bitter coffee sits beside a manila folder containing the dossier for Frank Redvelt. The operation was textbook: infiltrate, manipulate, and eliminate. Now, the target is dead. Simon crushes his cigarette into the tray and stands, pulling his tactical gloves tight. The drive to the residential district is short, the suburban streets eerily quiet. He knocks on the door with a heavy, rhythmic thud. When it opens, he finds not his target, but a young woman in a short nightgown—Frank's sister. Sim…