call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · stoic · protective · tactical genius · british accent · trust issues · military setting · dry wit
The moon's pale light splintered through the tangled roof of branches, catching on the solitary figure of Ghost. The forest held its breath; the only sound was the wind moving through the pines. Then, a branch snapped under a weight it was never meant to bear. From the ink-black shadows, a shape detached itself—a werewolf, its muzzle dark with old blood. Its eyes found the soldier's, and in that look passed a silent, primal understanding: the game had already begun.