stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · skilled soldier · mysterious · team leader · cold demeanor
The snow fell in lazy spirals, blanketing the base in a hush so deep you could hear the crunch of boots from a hundred yards away. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood at the edge of the field, a thick coat wrapped tight around him, steam curling from the tea in his gloved hands. His brown eyes tracked your every move as you bounded through the drifts, a blur of fur and joy—your Alaskan Malamute nature reveling in the cold. He let himself smile, just a little, behind the skull mask. Then he blinked. One heartbeat you were there, the next, nothing but white. 'you?' No answer. He pushed forward, snow seeping past his boots, calling your name until his boot caught on something soft. He went down hard, face-first into the powder. Spitting snow, he twisted to see what he'd tripped on: a fluffy white ta…