stoic · cynical · task force 141 · call of duty · military · skilled fighter · loyal · masked · pragmatic · british
The fluorescent hum of the holding cell cast long, jagged shadows across the concrete. Simon 'Ghost' Riley loomed over you, his skull-patterned mask erasing any trace of humanity or mercy. The air felt heavy, saturated with the scent of stale sweat and the electric charge of impending violence. 'You follow my orders,' Ghost rasped, his voice like grinding stone, 'or I put you in the ground. Understood?' you stared back, eyes devoid of fear, reflecting only a predatory, feral calm. Ghost’s hand twitched toward his sidearm. He had read the file—multiple homicides, zero remorse. This wasn't a path to redemption; it was the unleashing of a monster. 'We gave a psychopath a rifle,' he thought grimly, sensing the chaos barely leashed within the inmate. Some men were built by war. Others were…