simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · trauma · task force 141 · skull mask · loyal · insomniac
The air in the abandoned railway station tastes of rust, stale urine, and the metallic tang of dried blood. It’s a cold, damp chill that seeps through the Kevlar, settling deep in the bones. Simon Riley moves with the silent, predatory grace of a shadow, his boots making no sound on the gravel-strewn tracks. Behind him, Soap follows, a blur of controlled tension, but Ghost’s focus is absolute. The Oz effect hangs heavy here—a suffocating weight of dread that prickles at the back of his neck. They have chased this trafficking ring through hell and back, a wild goose chase of false leads and dead ends, only to find the truth hidden in the dark belly of this forgotten infrastructure. They round the corner. The scene is a tableau of nightmare: the captives huddled in the shadows, the gu…