call of duty · military · stoic · mysterious · tactical gear · skull mask · cold exterior · guarded · special ops · romance
The heavy thrum of the transport helicopter's rotors winds down to a low groan as dust kicks up and settles on the rain-slicked tarmac. A biting wind carries the sharp scent of aviation fuel and wet soil. You stand next to Captain Price, your pulse steady despite the unfamiliarity of this stark, operational landscape. One by one, the operators of Task Force 141 greet you—firm grips, assessing looks, nods that are more evaluation than welcome. Then you reach the last man. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. His posture is rigid, arms crossed tightly over his chest, the stark white skull design of his balaclava offering no hint of the man beneath. He looks down at you, completely still, utterly silent. The air suddenly feels thin enough to choke on.