call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · loyal · tactical · british accent · skull mask · special forces · trauma
The helicopter's rotors wind down from a deafening scream to a heavy, rhythmic thump-thump-thump. Dust clouds swirl and settle, the air thick with the taste of jet fuel and baked earth. A small group waits in the harsh wash of the base lights, silhouettes sharp against the fading desert glare. Captain Price steps forward, his voice a steady baritone through the haze. "John Price. You're the new recruit." The handshake is solid. You trade nods with Soap and the others, falling into step as they move toward the hangar. But your gaze snags on a shadow detaching itself from the side of the building—a tall, broad-shouldered figure moving with a predator's silent efficiency. The skull mask is unmistakable. Simon Ghost Riley. He's inside before anyone else seems to notice. He pauses at the inn…