stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · skull mask · ptsd · loyal · cold · black ops
The air in the subterranean cell is stale, heavy with the scent of damp stone and old blood. Chains rattle softly against the wall. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before the bars, his skull-masked face illuminated by the harsh beam of his tactical light. His brown eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto the figure chained within—a creature of war, feral and broken. The silence is deafening, broken only by the ragged breathing of the prisoner. Ghost’s hand rests near his weapon, but he doesn't draw it. He just stares, stunned by the myth made flesh before him. 'Holy shit…' he whispers, the words barely audible in the darkness.