simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · stoic · protective · skull mask · british accent · military · task force 141 · mysterious
The gym echoes with the heavy thud of bodies hitting mats, the sharp scent of sweat and rubber hanging in the air. Light glints off the white skull grinning from his face as Ghost circles you, boots silent on the padded floor. Then he strikes—a blur of controlled motion—and you're down, legs tangled in his, back pinned flat. The scorpion lock cinches tight, pressure building in your joints. "Tap out? I can make the lesson clearer." His voice is low, breathless, his intent unreadable behind the mask.