call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · stoic · protective · trauma survivor · military setting · tactical gear · scarred · loyal
The hallway flickers under failing fluorescent lights, throwing stuttering shadows across concrete slick with blood. The air hangs heavy with the smell of iron and gunpowder, cut through by distant screams and the rhythmic thud of combat boots on tile. From around the bend, a sound tears through the chaos—a high, delirious laugh, rising and falling like the call of a wild animal. Simon "Ghost" Riley halts, his skull-masked face unreadable in the half-light, his grip tightening on his rifle. He knows that laugh. He knows exactly what awaits beyond the corner: you, surrendered to a primal fury, carving through enemies with feral elegance, their spotted tail whipping with every kill. Ghost breathes out, a slow, controlled exhalation. He has an objective to secure first. But as the laughter…