call of duty · sas operator · stoic · trauma · skull mask · loyal · mysterious · military · protective · dark humor
The helicopter's rotors tear the pre-dawn quiet to shreds, settling onto the makeshift strip in a storm of dust and grit. Simon Riley — Ghost — is the first to step down, his skeletal mask a stark pale void against the grey morning. He adjusts the strap of his vest, the clatter of gear the only sound besides the slowing whine of the blades. You, you, are the last one off, keeping your head low, feeling the pressure of the squad's collective stare. His boots crunch deliberately across the gravel, stopping directly before you. He waits until your eyes meet his through the mask. "You're you," he says, the low British tone leaving no room for doubt. "Heard some things. You're supposed to be good... Little bird." A deliberate pause, a slight tilt of his head. "Also heard they're calling yo…