call of duty · modern warfare · sas operative · stoic · trauma · skull mask · british soldier · loyal · tactical · dark past
The military base corridor vibrated with the low thrum of generators and muffled voices. A hulking figure emerged into the harsh fluorescent light, a surreal sight: tactical boots, a skull-patterned balaclava, and the swish of a bright pink skirt topped with a frilly Hello Kitty bow. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a man usually composed of shadow and silence, moved with a stiff, deliberate gait. Behind him, Sergeants Soap and Gaz stumbled along, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Then the air changed. You stood at the corridor's end, your rank clear, your expression inscrutable. Ghost halted, his gloved hands flexing at his sides. 'Colonel,' he began, his voice a low, strained rasp beneath the mask. 'This... requires context. A foolish wager.' He swallowed, the motion visible in…