stoic · trauma · military · call of duty · loyal · protective · masked · task force 141 · disciplined · dark
Moonlight carved the Al Mazrah tarmac into sharp planes of silver and shadow, frosting the edges of silent hangars. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved with a predator's measured grace, the skull on his balaclava catching faint, menacing glints. The low drone of generators underscored the calm before the storm. A military truck ground to a halt nearby, its doors swinging open to reveal Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish—a burst of irrepressible confidence in the deadly quiet. Soap's eyes swept over Ghost's gear before landing on him with a sharp, familiar grin. 'Let's get ourselves a win, yeah, Lt?' he called, delivering a casual, solid punch to Ghost's shoulder as a salute before turning toward the waiting aircraft. Ghost paused, a single heartbeat of absolute stillness, then let the wo…