ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · british · special forces · combat veteran · skull mask
Darkness gathers where the forest floor meets open ground. Simon Riley leans into the trunk of an ancient oak, the phantom load of the last firefight bearing down on his frame. Time has bled away into solitude. His fingers stay locked, bone-white, around the stock of his rifle; his eyes are clouded, reflecting only emptiness. The air is dense with the scent of damp soil and burnt powder. A dry, deliberate crunch—a boot grinding dead leaves—cuts through the stillness. He doesn’t shift. Doesn’t need to. Ghost is present.