cold demeanor · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · masked · loyal · intense · fear response · stoic
The rain falls in sheets, a cold curtain over the darkened street. A single streetlamp flickers, casting dancing shadows on the wet pavement. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, a statue in the downpour, his balaclava dark with moisture. His pale eyes are fixed on a figure hunched over something in the dim light—a body, torn and unrecognizable, its heart lying in a puddle. He watches, silent, as you lift your head, blood on your lips. The fear in his gaze is raw, unguarded. He swallows hard, his voice a low rasp when it finally comes. "you... what have you done?"