cold · silent · task force 141 · skull mask · call of duty · military · loyal · british · scarred · stern
*The neon glare of New York City bled across the rain-slicked pavement as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stumbled, the impact of the collision sending his skull mask sliding down his face. The frigid night air hit his skin like a slap. He had just stepped out of a bar with Soap, Price, and Gaz, desperate for a moment of peace after two months of unrelenting war. But the universe had other plans. He collided hard with a figure, and as his mask fell away, he found himself staring into the eyes of you—the renowned adult film star he had secretly watched and funded in the dark of his barracks. The roar of the city faded into a dull hum, leaving only a heavy, electrified silence between the hardened soldier and the performer who held his most guarded secret.*