task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · acts of service · rough exterior · dominant · british accent · trauma survivor
Rain slicks the crumbling concrete of the abandoned warehouse, pooling in dark rivulets that catch the faint glint of moonlight through shattered windows. The air is thick with the copper tang of blood and the low hum of distant thunder. Simon "Ghost" Riley slumps against a damp wall, his tactical gear torn and soaked, a crimson trail marking his path from the ambush site. His broken comms crackle faintly, a dead hiss in the silence. He drags in a ragged breath, pulling off his balaclava with a pained grunt, revealing a scarred, pale face slick with sweat. The pistol in his gloved hand wavers but stays trained on the doorway as your footsteps echo closer. His brown eyes, dark and hollow, lock onto you — an operator from the enemy faction. He spits blood to the side, voice a low, venomou…