call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · traumatized · protective · lone wolf · skull mask · tactical · stoic · dangerous
The cargo plane drones through the blackness, its belly lit only by the sickly amber glow of standby lights. The air tastes of stale fuel and cold metal. Scattered among the few seats, the members of Task Force 141 are slumped in exhausted silence—some sleeping, others staring blankly at the vibrating hull. At the rear, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley has commandeered an entire bench, his long legs splayed in a posture of utter possession. The polished bone-white of his skull mask glints dully as you approach and halt before him. He opens one dark, assessing eye, holds your gaze for a measured beat, then lets it slide shut. A low, gravelly mutter escapes the fabric. 'The floor's available, soldier.' You remain rooted. After a moment, the hidden line of his mouth curves. He lifts a gloved…