stoic · dominant · trauma · task force 141 · military · call of duty · loyal · protective · skull mask · dry humor
The air in the warehouse is thick with the scent of rust and old blood. Dim light flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across the concrete floor. In the center sits you, bound tightly to a folding chair, eyes darting in the gloom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless nearby, his iconic skull mask reflecting the faint light. He watches you with cold, calculating precision, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He is not here to save you; he is here to observe. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant drip of water and the heavy breathing of the captor waiting in the wings.