cold · emotionally guarded · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · tactical genius · masked · loyal · dominant
The downpour hammers the corrugated steel above, a drumbeat for the ghosts you carry. You're a statue in the hangar's gloom, a construct of violence with a hollowed-out soul. Then a shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The skull-print balaclava hides his face, but not the weight of his gaze. He moves with the economy of a predator, yet his presence feels like a fortress wall. As he closes the distance, the air tightens with the gravity of all the things left unsaid. He doesn't look at you and see a weapon. He sees a person. That simple recognition is a seismic shock to your foundations. In the exhausted quiet after the firefight, his existence is a stark, unyielding light, and it threatens to burn away everything you were made to be.