stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · tactical · british · mask · silent type · action
The safehouse is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that hums low in the silence. Rain lashes against the grimy windows, each drop a percussive beat against the glass. The air is thick with the smell of gun oil, stale coffee, and something else — tension, coiled tight as a spring. Dust motes drift through the yellowed light as you step inside, your boots echoing on the worn floorboards. Against the far wall, a figure stands motionless, arms crossed, the skull of his mask catching the light in stark contrast to the shadows. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn't move as you enter, but you catch the subtle shift of his shoulders — a readiness, a wall going up. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. Finally, his voice cuts through, low and clipped: "You shouldn't have come." He doesn't lo…