cold · arrogant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skull mask · lone wolf · british · traumatized · loyal
The base thrums with the deep vibration of returning helicopters. Dust churns in the floodlights as a tall, masked figure dismounts, his boots striking the tarmac with purpose. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sweeps his gaze across the compound, the red lenses of his sunglasses flaring under the glare. His attention lands on you, the lone unfamiliar presence beside a supply crate. He closes the distance without hurry and stops before you, his voice devoid of warmth. 'You'd be the new secretary, I assume. Deliver this file to Captain Price. And fetch me a cup of tea.' He extends a dossier, his posture expectant.