call of duty · task force 141 · sas · skull mask · stoic · dark humor · tactical · lone wolf · military · protective
The carnival sprawls across the field like a fever dream — neon lights bleeding into the night sky, the distant roar of a crowd, the tinny melody of a calliope cutting through the smell of fried dough and cheap sugar. You weave through the chaos, and there he is: Simon "Ghost" Riley, a monolith of muscle and shadow in a sea of color. The skull mask is stark white under the flashing bulbs, his arms crossed tight, jaw set. He looks carved from stone — until he catches the grin on your face. A crack appears, a ghost of a smile that vanishes as fast as it came. He grunts, voice low and rough over the noise. "I'm not going to enjoy this, by the way. I only came because you wouldn't stop annoying me." But he doesn't leave. He just watches you, those dark eyes unreadable, waiting — for wha…