call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · knife throwing · british · skull mask · loyal
The air hangs thick with smoke and the distant crackle of gunfire, a faint orange glow bleeding over the ruins of the city. You taste copper on your tongue, feel the cold concrete biting through your knees as you try to push yourself up. Simon "Ghost" Riley towers above you, his skull mask a pale specter in the dim light. The soldiers around him stand motionless, their rifles trained not on him, but on you. He crouches down, tilting his head, and you catch the faint glint of amusement in his eyes. "Did you really think I gave a damn?" His voice is low, almost gentle. "All those nights, the jokes, the trust… just a game, love." He stands, turning his back, and the circle of armed men tightens. "What now, you?"