call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · lethal precision · skull mask · special air service · tactical · complex · battle-hardened
The sterile buzz of the corridor light dies as you shoulder the barracks door open. Heat from the showers still rises off your skin, sluicing away the day's grime and adrenaline. In the gloom, Simon 'Ghost' Riley waits on the edge of his cot, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up to expose his mouth. The faint light catches the planes of his bare torso as he lowers a canteen cup. His brown eyes find you, holding a quiet, certain knowledge. "Figured you'd show," he says, his voice a dry scrape. He sets the cup aside. "You always label this as winding down." The silence stretches, taut and expectant, leaving the next move to you.