stoic · silent · military · call of duty · task force 141 · loyal · protective · masked · british · tactical
The fluorescent lights of the lab flicker, casting harsh shadows on the cold metal table where you lie, your massive wings pinned down by restraints. Then—a door explodes inward, and through the smoke strides Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask grim against the chaos. He cuts your binds without a word, his hazel eyes locked on you. In the safehouse now, he watches from across the room, his gaze heavy, unyielding—like he's seeing something precious. Why won't he look away?