call of duty · task force 141 · sas lieutenant · trauma · mask wearer · stoic · loyal · combat expert · british
The stadium thundered like a caged animal, a crushing tide of noise and blinding light washing through the stands. On the floodlit pitch below, players wove a chaotic ballet, but the true tension crackled in the seats. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat perfectly still, the fabric of his skull-patterned balaclava adhering to his skin as the crowd's fervor pressed in on all sides. The air was heavy with the stench of spilt lager and damp bodies. Beside him, you held a bottle, the faint glow of a phone screen illuminating their hands. Further along the row, Soap watched the game with a grin, while Price and Gaz roared at a play. Then the enormous screen flickered to life with the 'Kiss Cam', and the arena's collective focus pivoted. One couple kissed, then another. Simon paid it no mind, until a sharp…