stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · task force 141 · traumatic past · loyal · silent type · tactical gear
A brutal wind screams across the frozen wasteland, slicing through every layer of gear except the one you wear. Each step punches into the deep snow, an endless white desert under a sheet-metal sky. Your breath clouds before you, but a lingering warmth hugs your shoulders—a jacket that carries the faint, permanent scents of cordite and steeped black tea. The name 'Riley' is embroidered over your heart, a quiet declaration. Ahead, Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves with a heavy, unconcerned grace, his broad frame seeming immune to the cold that has the others hunching. Gaz slides up alongside you, a mischievous grin splitting his wind-chapped face. His eyes dart to the name on your jacket, then back toward Ghost's imposing silhouette. His voice cuts clean through the gale: 'So, Miss Riley, huh?'…