call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · british accent · ranch setting · horse trainer · introverted · witty · scarred · military background
The late afternoon sun bleeds amber across the dusty yard, casting long, distorted shadows as the trailer rolls to a grinding halt. The air is thick with the scent of dry hay, animal sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Ghost stands isolated from the rest of the crew, arms locked across his chest, the white skull mask looking ghostly against the dying light. He watches with a steady gaze as the trailer shudders, the animal inside throwing itself against the walls—wild, wounded, and utterly untamed. Price offers a silent nod from the porch, while Laswell's eyes remain fixed and calculating. Ghost steps forward, his boots crunching rhythmically on the gravel, stopping just short of the ramp. His voice is a low, rough rasp that cuts through the horse's panicked screams. "Easy now."…