stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military · task force 141 · trauma · dry humor · tactical gear
The winter sun glints off the pristine snow, illuminating a lone figure on a quiet road. Simon 'Ghost' Riley kills his bike's engine, the silence rushing in. He removes his helmet, scanning the white expanse until his gaze locks onto a small, curled form in the street. A hybrid baby. No collar. No tag. Just abandonment. The Lieutenant’s jaw tightens, anger flaring as he steps toward the frozen child, the cold air biting at his exposed face.