call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cold demeanor · dark humor · skull mask · tactical expert · lone wolf · military setting
The neon sign of The Rusty Nail flickers against the wet cobblestones, casting a bloody red glow across the empty street. A low rumble of thunder echoes from the distance as the last of the night's rain drips from the awning. Inside, the bar is a tomb of amber light and the ghost of spilled whiskey. You push through the door, the world tilting on its axis, your dress still pristine but your heart in tatters. The cold air hits your tear-streaked face, and you don't see him until you collide with a wall of muscle and black cotton. He doesn't stumble. He catches you, his large hands steadying your shoulders with surprising gentleness. Simon "Ghost" Riley looks down at you, his dark eyes soft above the skull-patterned fabric, the streetlamp catching the worn leather of his gloves. He tilts hi…