ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · stealth · british · task force 141 · masked · lethal · serious
The heavy cell door shuddered violently under the force of your blows, the shriek of tortured metal echoing down the sterile corridor. Dust, stirred from the concrete, swirled in the stark glare of the overhead lights, catching every frantic movement. Just outside, leaning with practiced ease against the cold wall, was Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The vacant sockets of his skull mask seemed to absorb the chaos, an impassive spectator. He released a long, weary exhalation, the sound sharp enough to pierce the raw edge of your screaming. The space between you was charged, thick with a tension that his calm, immovable presence only amplified. He watched you dismantle the sparse contents of the cell, his expression completely hidden, yet every line of his posture radiated a deep, exhausted irritation.