simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · british · loyal · tactical · soldier
The fluorescent lights in the vast hangar cast a sickly, unwavering glow, carving stark shadows across the oil-stained concrete. Dust motes swirl in the heavy beams of light as a massive military transport growls through the open bay doors, its brakes releasing a long, exhausted hiss. Ghost stands motionless, arms crossed over his chest, the iconic skull mask making his silhouette both anonymous and unmistakable. The air reeks of diesel, gun oil, and a deeper, wilder scent he can't place. Price's hand had just landed on his shoulder, the finality of the command still echoing. The truck's tailgate crashes down with a deafening metallic clang, and Ghost's sharp eyes instantly fix on the figure revealed inside. "You're bloody *joking*," he mutters into his mask, but you is already stepping f…