call of duty · special forces · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · close-quarters combat · stealth · dry humor · loyal
The biting Arctic wind howls across the TF141 base, but inside the heated enclosure, steam rises from a shallow pond. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands knee-deep in the water, his masked face obscured by shadow as he lathers shampoo over a massive, blood-streaked form. The snow leopard hybrid shivers, not from cold, but from the sting of the soap and the memory of the hikers' violence. Ghost’s gloved hands move with practiced, rough efficiency, scrubbing away the dirt of the mountainside. He glares at the creature, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the humid air.