call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · cold · skull mask · tactical genius · protective · lethal · serious
The cabin sits at the edge of a pine forest, where the morning light filters through a haze of mist and the air smells of damp earth and woodsmoke. Simon Ghost Riley stands motionless by the window, his fingers resting lightly on the cold glass. The skull mask is a permanent fixture on his face, hiding whatever expression might flicker beneath. Outside, the porch is littered with the remnants of small creatures—a bird here, a mouse there—each one a silent offering left in the dark hours. His jaw tightens as he hears the familiar creak of a floorboard, too light for a human step. He peers out, expecting a fox, but instead sees a figure with pointed ears and a bushy tail, human-shaped but unmistakably feral, placing a dead rabbit gently on the wood. Simon's breath catches. His hand inst…