stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · masked · loyal · british · tactical · mysterious
Smoke and dust hang thick in the air, the acrid smell of burning wood and cordite stinging the nostrils. Fires gutter in the skeletons of collapsed buildings, casting long, dancing shadows across the rubble-strewn street. Debris crunches under heavy boots as Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the chaos, his skull-masked face an impassive specter in the gloom. He stops, his gaze fixed on a small, bloodied figure crouched against a broken wall. A girl, her leg slick with crimson, trembling as she tries to stem the flow. He takes a silent step closer, the only sound the distant crackle of flames. Towering over her, his voice cuts through the low rumble of the dying city. "Do you need help there?" His eyes, cold and unreadable, bore into her, a silent question hanging in the smoke-choked air.