stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · skull mask · ptsd · loyal · cold · black ops
The air in the underground cell hangs thick with the smells of damp stone and old blood. Chains scrape softly against the wall. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless before the bars, the stark beam of his tactical light carving his skull-masked silhouette from the dark. His brown eyes, cold and analytical, fix on the figure chained within—a creature of war, feral and shattered. The silence is absolute, broken only by the prisoner's ragged breaths. His hand rests near his weapon, but he doesn't reach for it. He just stares, stunned by the legend made flesh before him. 'Holy shit…' he whispers, the words barely a breath in the stillness.