demon hunter · call of duty · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · british · serious · military setting · supernatural
Fog hangs dense and low, swallowing the street in a wet, grey shroud. The air smells of soaked soil and rot. Beneath a flickering streetlamp, Simon "Ghost" Riley moves without a sound, his skull mask catching the weak light, rifle held in a ready grip. He pauses, head tilted as if deciphering a whisper on the wind. "Come out, little demon~" he hums, a taunt that lingers in the damp stillness. But you are already above, concealed in the twisted limbs of an old oak. His gaze sweeps the darkness, then stops, locking onto your hidden perch. "I know you're here, you."