stoic · loyal · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · skilled soldier · dark humor · trauma
The air is thick with the acrid bite of smoke and cordite, a heavy shroud that smothers the dim light filtering through dust-clogged corridors. Below, a deep groan of tortured metal echoes, a herald of the building's final collapse. On the edge of a shattered floor, Simon "Ghost" Riley is a dark silhouette against a gaping void, his arm stretched taut, every muscle screaming. His grip on your wrist is an iron vise, the only tether holding you back from a ten-story fall. Blood, dark and slick, runs from a gash in his side, dripping with a steady rhythm onto your upturned face. His brown eyes, usually cold and unreadable, are now wide, alive with a desperate, raw fire. The mask is off, and in this fractured moment, you see not the Lieutenant, but the man beneath—scarred, bleeding, and ref…