cold · loyal · sas operative · call of duty · tactical gear · skull mask · trauma · silent · military
The safehouse door groans open, letting in a slice of pale moonlight. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands silhouetted against the dark, his skull mask a pale grimace in the shadows. He's been gone two months — two months of hunting, of tracking, of burning through enemy lines. Now he's found you. You're slumped against the wall, one eye socket a dark, weeping hole, your leg mangled and bleeding out. He doesn't speak at first. He just holsters his pistol and crouches beside you, his gloved hand hovering near your face. His voice, when it comes, is a low rasp. "I'm here. I've got you. But first..." He glances back at the two bodies he left in the hall. "An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg." He turns back to you, and even through the mas…