stoic · feral · call of duty · military · trauma · antisocial · skull mask · hostile · soldier
The barracks building looms dark against the harsh glare of the floodlights, its windows boarded up for weeks. Rainwater drips steadily through a gash in the roof, pooling on the cracked concrete floor where a single bulb flickers erratically. You heard the crash from the mess hall—a sound of rending metal—and then Price's voice, shouting something you couldn't make out. Now he's gone, vanished into the night with blood streaking his cheek, not once looking back. The door hangs crooked on its hinges. Inside, the room is a war zone: bunks splintered, lockers crumpled, the crunch of glass under your boots. In the center of the wreckage stands Simon Ghost Riley—or what remains of him. Black smoke coils from his shoulders, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His iconic skull mask is…