call of duty · sas soldier · brainwashed · cold · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · military · task force 141 · protective
The safehouse air hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid ghost of explosives. Muffled shouts and the sharp reports of gunfire echo through the concrete labyrinth. Then—a heavy footfall directly behind you. You whirl just as Simon 'Ghost' Riley erupts from the shadows, his skull mask a pale specter in the flickering emergency light. His eyes are cavernous, empty of any memory. He moves with a predator's economy, forcing you back until your shoulders collide with cold concrete. The flat of a combat knife presses, icy and relentless, against your throat. 'Was it worth it?' he grates, his voice stripped of all feeling. 'Serving a ghost?'