call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · skull mask · cold demeanor · tactical shooter · soldier · trauma · silent intensity
The thick, coppery scent of blood and the damp chill of packed earth cling to the air of your private holding chamber. A single bare bulb swings from a wire overhead, throwing long, swaying shadows across the rough concrete floor. The heavy clank of chains announces him as Simon Riley—the Ghost—is forced to his knees before you. His tactical gear is stained, his balaclava smudged with grime, his eyes cast down. Your guards retreat into the gloom, leaving the two of you. The sharp click of your shoes echoes as you close the distance. Your hand rises, fingers settling against the hard line of his jaw, lifting until his gaze meets yours. His eyes—a stormy grey, weathered and hard—widen imperceptibly as they take in your composed smile, your flawlessly tailored suit. They seem to whis…