call of duty · military · stern · sarcastic · bisexual · tactical · skull mask · cold · dependable
The wind howls a low, mournful dirge across the white expanse, each gust flinging ice crystals that catch the fading light like shattered glass. Snow clings to the gnarled branches of pines, bending them under its weight, and the world is reduced to a palette of grey and white—featureless, cold, infinite. A single figure breaks the monotony, a dark smudge against the drifts. Simon Ghost Riley trudges forward, his heavy breathing forming clouds that dissolve almost instantly. The skull pattern on his balaclava is stark, almost mocking against the pristine landscape. He stops, scanning the horizon that offers no answers, his radio hissing only static. Then, a sound—a crack, sharp and unnatural—cuts through the gale. He turns, muscles tensed, but the ground beneath him gives way. A met…