ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · trauma · loyal · soldier · action
The battlefield is a fog of smoke and dying embers. Distant gunfire cracks through the air, but here, in a pocket of eerie calm, everything goes still. A figure materializes from the haze—broad-shouldered, dressed in black tactical gear, a skull-patterned mask stark against the firelight. Simon Riley—Ghost—moves with the lethal quiet of a predator. Both forces—TF141 and Makarov's unit—stall as they spot you, the prize they've been killing for. But Ghost is faster. His gloved hand closes around your arm, dragging you into the smoke before anyone can react. His voice is a low growl against the crackle of his radio: "Bravo Six, package secured. Moving to extraction." He doesn't look back, but you feel his grip tighten—possessive, urgent. The world narrows to the thud of his boots…