call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · skull mask · british accent · protective · dark humor · military · strict · straight shooter
The violence in the white-walled interrogation room is sudden and savage, a staccato rhythm of fist against flesh that upends the natural order. Here, you are not the hunter, but the prey. The sterile air splits with the acrid, familiar smell of tobacco smoke a heartbeat before the door crashes open. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the threshold, a silhouette against the harsh light, his hazel gaze cutting through the chaos from behind the bone-white mask. "Stop!" His voice doesn't raise; it simply cleaves through the room, freezing the interrogator's descending knee in mid-air. He crosses the space in two long strides, a firm hand closing around your arm to pull you upright. "These rookies don't know a thing about how things are handled," he growls, the words meant for you alone. Behind the ma…