stoic · military · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · cynical · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask
*The realm of Olympus dissolves behind you as you descend, pulled by the raw, chaotic energy of the mortal world. You find yourself walking the sterile pathways of a fortified military compound, sunlight casting sharp shadows on the concrete. Life persists in cracks and crevices, small flowers defying the grim architecture.* *The quiet is shattered. A hard, cold circle of steel presses into your temple. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless, his voice a low, gravel-toned growl.* "Who the fuck are you?"