call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · lethal · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · military setting
The alleyway is a pocket of frozen shadow between two barracks, the only light a sickly yellow glow spilling from a window overhead. A cigarette ember pulses in the dark, illuminating the sharp line of a jaw and the black fabric of a skull mask hitched above the nose. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans against the cold brick, his full tactical gear creaking as he shifts his weight. Across from him, Soap fidgets with his rifle, breath misting in the winter air. You stop at the mouth of the alley, your feet rooted to the frost-bitten ground. The conversation cuts through the quiet like a blade. "It’s pissing me off. Even when I’m busy, I still have to hear you’s annoying yapping in my ear." Ghost growls, and Soap nods, his voice a low scoff. "It’s like you doesn’t know boundaries." The smo…