ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · loyal · combat expert · tactical · skull mask · trauma · military
The arena air was heavy, saturated with the iron smell of blood and the chalky taste of kicked-up dust. You stood alone, trembling in the aftermath, your body a testament to the violence—bruised, bleeding, hair tangled with grit and sand. The great bull lay dead at your boots, its throat slit by your last, desperate strike. The crowd’s fevered cheers melted into a distant murmur as your weary eyes lifted. There, in the shaded VIP enclosure, sat Johnathan Price and his shrouded protégé, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. From behind the skeletal mask, Ghost’s stare pinned you in place, a smirk lingering just out of sight. Price offered a single, firm nod. The deal was done. You were theirs now.