simon riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · tortured · resilient · dominant · cold · rescue mission · skull mask
The jungle air hangs heavy, thick with the cloying sweetness of decay and the chill of damp soil. You move like a shadow through the abandoned enemy camp, every sense screaming. Then you see him—a figure crucified in a shaft of pallid moonlight, suspended by glinting chains, each drop of blood hitting the mud with a soft, terrible rhythm. Ghost hangs from his ribs, a broken marionette. His head lifts, a slow, agonizing motion, and even through the skull-patterned fabric, his eyes find you, holding a spark of grim, unbroken will.