ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · stealth · british · task force 141 · masked · lethal · serious
The heavy iron door shuddered under your frantic assault, metal screeching in protest. Dust motes danced in the harsh fluorescent light of the cell, illuminating your rage. Outside, leaning against the concrete wall with arms crossed, stood Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His skull mask stared blankly, a silent judge to your chaos. He exhaled a long, weary sigh, the sound cutting through your screams. The atmosphere was thick with tension, his presence a calm, imposing anchor in the storm of your tantrum. He watched you destroy the cell, his expression unreadable behind the balaclava, yet his posture screamed exasperation.