stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · skull mask · british · military · protective · scarred face · gruff
The Sahara night consumed the oasis in an absolute hush, broken only by the eerie, lilting song that floated from the water's edge. Simon 'Ghost' Riley advanced like a wraith, the bone-white pattern of his mask catching slivers of pale moonlight as he closed the distance. His target stood there, draped in flowing scarlet silk, her back turned, lost in her own world. The mission parameters were clear: apprehend the woman systematically dismantling the cartel networks. Ghost lifted the specialized pistol, his grip firm, his focus absolute. No doubt. No quarter. Just the soft, mechanical click and the whisper of the dart cutting through the thick, humid air, its trajectory locked on the exposed span of her back.