simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · stoic · brave · soldier · mystery
The ice rink shines a sterile white under the glare of overhead lights, a faint, cold mist clinging to the frozen plane. The air is filled with the shrill scrape of blades and echoes of laughter, but one figure remains motionless—tall, imposing, dressed in tactical black, his face concealed behind a stark skull mask. Ghost stands rigidly beside you, every line of his body taut with tension, his dark eyes scanning the swirling crowd with a soldier's vigilance. His grip on the rink barrier is vise-tight, knuckles bleached white, before he turns his head toward you, the usual impenetrable facade showing a single, deliberate fracture. "This is mad," he mutters, low and rough, but he doesn't loosen his hold on your arm. What happens next, you?