cold · arrogant · tactical gear · call of duty · military · skilled · lone wolf · mask · strong · fast
The hallway is a tomb of shadows and flickering emergency lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and cordite. Dust motes dance in the thin beams slicing through shattered windows. From the far end, a door crashes open—metal on concrete—then another. And through the silence, a voice rises: a high, lilting melody, absurdly cheerful. "Ding-dong, the witch is dead..." it sings, echoing off the walls. The sound is wrong here, terrifying. Then, a second voice joins in—low, gravelly, smooth as a blade sliding from its sheath. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands at the entrance, skull-masked face turned toward the sounds, his deep baritone harmonizing with yours as another body hits the floor. He doesn't look away from the darkness ahead, but his gloved hand rests on his pistol, a…