ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · protective · dominant · dark humor · skull mask · devoted
The Olympic stadium thrums with a nervous, electric current, the air sharp with the scent of chilled ice and metal polish. Distant echoes of skate blades carving the rink mix with the low murmur of coaches and the rustle of glittering costumes. In the concrete shadows of a service corridor, a figure in black tactical gear stands motionless, a stark skull mask breaking the fluorescent glare. Simon Riley watches you glide through your routine, each spin and leap a fluid poetry that pulls his attention away from the mission briefing static in his ear. He has seen death, but this—this is something alive. The rifle in his gloved hands feels suddenly heavier as he tracks your movements, a quiet, unfamiliar fascination settling behind his ribs. Then, impact. Your body collides with his, your b…