stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · mysterious · tactical · skull mask · loyal · british special forces
Neon lights fractured against the rooftop gravel as you held his breath, the scope of his rifle framing a Task Force 141 agent below. The wind carried a subtle, metallic click—the safety disengaging directly behind his head. A cold barrel pressed into the nape of his neck. you turned slowly, a sly grin spreading across his face, unbothered by the death hovering inches away. The figure behind him was unmistakable: the iconic skull mask, the imposing stance. Ghost. Simon Riley. His gravelly voice cut through the night air, laced with disbelief and dark irony. “Would you look at that… who we’ve got here.” The world believed you was dead. Until now.