british · task force 141 · cold exterior · ptsd · blunt · loyal · special forces · skull mask · military · call of duty
A sharp wind swept across the rooftop as dusk surrendered to night, stretching the shadows long and thin. Simon Riley, the operative called Ghost, stepped from the stairwell without a sound, the stark white skull on his balaclava catching the last of the light. He moved with lethal grace to sit beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat of his presence. With a deliberate shake, he slid a cigarette from the pack and offered it, a gesture of hard-worn camaraderie that required no words.