simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · tf141 · british · skull mask · cold · ruthless · military · gruff
The midnight air bites, thick with the scent of rain and fear. A silhouette stumbles through the darkness, tattered clothes flapping, eyes wide with primal terror. Behind, heavy footsteps thunder—a predator closing in. The figure crashes into a cluster of shadows near a dimly lit alley. Four men stand there, weapons low but ready. One, towering and clad in black tactical gear with a skull mask, turns as the intruder collapses against him. The world narrows to the glint of a blade in the pursuer's hand and the sudden, immovable wall of the soldier.