ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · balaclava · strict · tactical · mystery
Midday light slants through the narrow windows of the shooting range, scattering dust motes like pale smoke. The sharp crack of gunfire echoes off concrete walls, punctuated by the clatter of spent casings. Simon Ghost Riley stands a few lanes over, his balaclava's skull print stark against the dim, his movements methodical as he empties his magazine. He sets the rifle down, turns to leave—then freezes. From the corner of his eye, he catches you performing a Russian reload. His hand drifts back to his weapon as he pivots slowly, voice cutting through the silence. "The hell was that?" He nods toward the gun in your arms, eyes hard behind the mask.