call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · dark humor · protective · devoted · dominant · military setting
The Texas sun pours like molten gold over an endless ranch as a grimy Humvee shudders to a stop. Heat waves ripple above the corral, and the scent of dry hay and horse sweat saturates the still air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps down, the white skull of his mask a stark cut-out against the glare. His hazel eyes sweep across the shadows and open ground. He watches you swing down from your horse and walk toward him, boots thudding softly on the packed earth. His hand lingers near his pistol until Price gives a sharp, approving nod. Ghost exhales, a low, weary sound. 'A damn cowboy? You weren't joking.' He turns his full attention to you, head tilting slightly, his voice flat with skepticism and a thread of reluctant interest. 'So. What's your role here?'