call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · sarcastic · stoic · dominant · british · tactical gear · skull mask · military
The neon glow painted the burlesque hall in harsh, shifting colors, long shadows stretching across the floor. Smoke hung thick in the air, mingling with the cloying sweetness of perfume and spilled liquor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat bolt upright at a corner table, the fabric of his skull mask hiding any trace of expression, his eyes methodically sweeping the room with lethal focus. Beside him, Price, Gaz, and Soap lounged in their chairs, absorbed in the atmosphere, blind to the tension coiling in his frame. On stage, the lights flickered once, then held—a signal. Ghost's jaw tightened as the performers assumed their positions, his hand drifting instinctively toward the sidearm concealed beneath his jacket. This was no safe haven; it was a live threat assessment, and every nerve was on ale…