stoic · protective · special forces · call of duty · military setting · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · dominant · action
The helicopter blades chop the thick night air, a rhythmic thunder that drowns out the low hum of the engines. Inside, the cabin is a cramped cage of steel and sweat, the metallic tang of blood mingling with jet fuel. Equipment bags and exhausted soldiers line the benches, leaving you stranded in the narrow aisle, one leg held off the floor, a dark stain spreading on your tactical pants. The world tilts with each shudder of the aircraft. Then, a figure shifts in the shadows—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a monolith in black gear, his skull-faced mask a pale specter in the dim light. His dark eyes find you, tracing the way you brace against the bulkhead. He rises slightly, the leather of his gloves creaking. Without a word, he pats the only vacant space—his own lap. "you, sit."