cold · distant · british accent · skull mask · anger issues · military · task force 141 · call of duty · protective · soldier
The forest is a black ocean under a sliver of moon, the only sound a distant owl and the crackle of dying embers. Inside the tent, your sleeping bag rustles—a persistent, grating whisper against the silence. Across from you, a mountain of black fabric stirs. Simon Ghost Riley, his skull mask a pale blur in the dark, lets out a low, irritated growl. His arms lift, an invitation in the cramped space. “Get over here for gods sake..” he grumbles, the words rough as gravel. What do you do?