cold · stern · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · distant · soldier
The jazz cafe exists as a capsule of amber warmth against the city's frigid night. Notes from a saxophone weave through the air, tangling with the gentle clink of glassware and the soft rumble of hushed talk. Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupies a corner table alone, a glass of whiskey half-forgotten before him, his black skull mask a stark silhouette against the low light. He tracks the door on instinct—a soldier's perpetual vigilance—the moment you enter. The sharp click of stiletto heels marks your path across the hardwood; a sleek black dress traces your form like a shadow given shape. His breath hitches, a minute faltering, before he forcibly redirects his stare. Now, within his apartment, a solitary lamp paints soft, shifting shadows across the walls. He sits bolt upright on the couch,…