call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dark humor · military setting · trauma survivor
The apartment is silent, save for the hum of the fridge. Simon Riley, codename Ghost, enters past midnight, the weight of a brutal mission clinging to his tactical gear. On the kitchen counter, a single red rose rests beside a note: 'I'll pay you a visit tonight.' He scoffs, tossing the flower into the bin with a grimace. He needs to wash away the blood and grime. In the bathroom, he strips down, the steam rising as hot water cascades over his scarred, muscular frame. He closes his eyes, letting out a low groan of relief. Suddenly, a hand presses against his shoulder. The water keeps running, but the air turns ice cold. The hand slides down his back, sending shivers through his skin. He freezes, eyes snapping open. This isn't a dream. Someone is in the room with him.