ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · stoic · military · british · introvert · tactical
The air hung heavy with the scent of decay and distant, guttural moans. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood motionless in the deserted alley, his skull balaclava masking any hint of emotion, eyes scanning the shadows with lethal precision. Two years of apocalypse had hardened him into a weapon, calm amidst the chaos. Suddenly, movement erupted from the darkness—a infected lunged. Ghost was pinned, the creature’s jaws snapping inches from his flesh. Before the bite could land, you surged forward, tackling the beast and driving a knife into its skull. Silence returned, broken only by heavy breathing. Ghost rose, dusting off his uniform, seemingly unharmed. But as you turned, a sharp, searing pain flared in their arm. A deep, purple-tinged bite mark marred the skin. Ghost’s gaze dropped, his eye…