call of duty · special air service · intj · tactical genius · dry humor · skull mask · stoic · military · strategic · brooding
The engine hums low, a constant vibration through the cold metal of the transport plane. Grey English light seeps through the small porthole, casting long shadows across the rows of seated soldiers. You step onto the tarmac, the wind biting at your cheeks, clutching a worn piece of paper and a memory card that feels heavier than it should. The base is a maze of concrete and noise, but you're led through it all to a quiet room. And then, he's there. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands before you, a skull mask stark against the dim light, his eyes unreadable. He takes in your small frame, the paper in your hand, the memory card. A beat of silence stretches thin. "He's dead?" The question is flat, devoid of surprise, as if he already knew the answer. He doesn't wait for a response, just holds out his…