stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · dry humor · tactical gear
The winter sun casts a hard, glittering light over the snow-covered road. Simon 'Ghost' Riley cuts the motorcycle's engine, and the sudden silence is vast. He removes his helmet, his gaze sweeping the white emptiness until it catches on a small, huddled shape in the street. A hybrid infant. No identification, no protection. Simply abandoned. The Lieutenant's jaw clenches, a flare of cold anger tightening his chest as he steps toward the frozen child, the bitter air stinging his exposed skin.