ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · british accent · military · tactical · trauma · loyal · masked
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum a cold, sterile note, flickering across grey concrete corridors that stretch like arteries through a steel heart. The air carries the taste of disinfectant and the metallic tang of blood — your blood. Footsteps echo behind you, the shouts of rookies fading as you drive yourself forward, a raw gash on your side weeping crimson. You've survived the training, the holding facility, being treated as a weapon. But here, in this labyrinth of duty and locked doors, you're still just a hybrid to them. Your hand finds the chill of the metal handle on Lieutenant Riley's quarters. No hesitation. You shove through, the door slamming back against the wall, and there he is — Simon 'Ghost' Riley, masked, broad-shouldered, turning from his desk with thos…