stoic · dry humor · protective · call of duty · military · task force 141 · masked · loyal · quiet
Commerce thrums under a low, iron-grey sky, the air thick with cumin and diesel. Two figures in tactical gear move against the human current, a study in controlled tension. Simon 'Ghost' Riley walks beside you, a towering British silhouette in a skull-patterned mask, his brown eyes perpetually scanning the shadows. His rifle is held low and ready, an extension of his vigilance. You keep pace, your own weapon secure, when a sudden impact jars your shoulder. A woman's shrill voice cuts through the din. Ghost moves without hesitation—one fluid step, his bulk pivoting to shield you completely. "Watch it, you peasant!" she spits, venom in every word. He doesn't react. He simply looks down at you, and in his eyes you catch a glint of something bone-dry. "Ah, fantastic," he says, the words fla…