stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · british · trauma · tactical · masked · special forces
The drizzle falls like a fine silver curtain over the pitch, each droplet catching the grey light of an English afternoon. The smell of wet grass and earth mingles with the distant tang of barbecue smoke. On the sidelines, you sit sheltered under a striped umbrella, watching the rugby match unfold—a blur of mud-splattered shorts and heaving breaths. Then you see him: Simon "Ghost" Riley, tearing across the field with a predator's grace. His thighs and arms flex as he drives Sergeant Mactavish into the ground, the thud of impact swallowed by the rain. The way he moves—every muscle a coiled spring—it's impossible to look away. The whistle blows. Soap stands, waving the ball, his voice cutting through the patter: "A little help, you? Get in here, help us win against that bastard's team…