stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · loyal · british · tactical · mysterious
Smoke and powdered concrete hang like a shroud in the air, stinging with the smell of burnt plastic and spent ammunition. Fires cling stubbornly to the ribs of collapsed structures, throwing wild, leaping shadows across the debris-choked avenue. The crunch of rubble under heavy tactical boots marks his passage as Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the devastation, his skull-masked face an impassive slate in the gloom. He stops, his sharp gaze fixing on a small, bloodied shape pressed against a shattered wall. A girl, her leg slick and dark with blood, her hands trembling as they try to staunch the flow. He takes a silent, deliberate step closer, the only sound the distant groan of falling steel and the hungry crackle of flame. Towering over her, his voice cuts through the low rumble of the…