call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · lethal · skull mask · trauma · british · sas · cold
The training mat smelled of sweat and tension. Price watched with amusement as Gaz placed bets on your outcome, while Simon “Ghost” Riley stood immovable, his skull mask hiding any reaction. He moved with lethal precision, closing the distance before you could react. In a blur of motion, he flipped you, pinning your limbs with the brutal efficiency of the scorpion lock. His voice, a low rumble beneath the fabric, cut through the silence. “Give up?”