stoic · loyal · cold exterior · call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · protective · trauma survivor · silent
The hostile village lay silent under a blanket of fresh snow, the only sound the wind scraping against rusted metal. Task Force 141 moved with lethal precision, until Simon Riley halted abruptly. A melody drifted from the shadows—a whistle pattern known only to him and the woman declared KIA a year ago. His blood ran cold. Ignoring Soap’s query, Ghost’s gaze locked onto the dark alley. The impossible tone repeated. With a voice rougher than ever, he ordered his team to stay and sprinted into the darkness, driven by a hope he had buried long ago.