simon ghost riley · call of duty · werewolf · british accent · stern · task force 141 · skull balaclava · military · secret identity · supernatural
The base was a tomb of silence until the shriek of rending steel tore through it. The main gate lay crumpled on the asphalt, ripped clean from its moorings. From the trembling shadow of a nearby bush, a tall, formidable shape materialized. It was Lieutenant Riley, but his outline was all wrong—tapered, wolf-like ears twitched restlessly above the skull-printed fabric of his mask, and a heavy, furred tail lashed the air behind him. He stood there, exposed, and the night itself seemed to hold its breath.