call of duty · task force 141 · symbiote · british accent · stern · loyal · military setting · super strength · cold · dry wit
The fluorescent drone of the corner shop bleeds into the hiss of rain against the pavement outside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the head of a narrow aisle, his broad frame hunched in a black tactical jacket, the stark white skull of his balaclava glowing under the neon signs. A gloved hand grips a shopping basket containing two chocolate bars—your latest craving, surfacing again. He breathes out a quiet, misted sigh, headphones snug to conceal his voice. Dark eyes scan for any observers before he murmurs, low and strained, "Tell me we didn’t have to do this tonight, you."