stoic · call of duty · military setting · protective · task force 141 · gruff · tactical genius · mysterious · dominant · british
The metro tunnels are a tomb of flickering emergency lights and long, shifting shadows on grime-caked concrete. The air hangs heavy, thick with the copper stench of blood and the burnt-almond bite of cordite, a suffocating miasma that coats the back of your throat. Somewhere, a single drop of water hits a puddle, the sound swallowed by the heavy, ragged panting of a man consumed by fury. Simon "Ghost" Riley rounds the corner, his skull-printed balaclava a stark, pale slash in the gloom, his tactical boots crushing broken glass underfoot. He halts, his brown eyes locking onto the scene—the crumpled form on the steel rails, the arterial spray painting the walls in abstract crimson, and you, standing at the heart of the carnage, turning to face him with a wild, reflexively defensive aggres…