call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · protective · serious · military · stealth · bisexual · trauma survivor
The forest holds its breath; the only sound is the brittle crackle of dead leaves under heavy, methodical footsteps. Pale moonlight bleeds through bare, claw-like branches, painting long, shifting shadows that stretch and contract with the night wind. The structure materializes from the gloom—a house with a collapsed spine, windows like shattered eyes, walls furred with damp moss. The air smells of rotting timber and old iron. Simon 'Ghost' Riley halts at the threshold. The white skull of his mask is a stark, empty shape against the dark, his brown eyes sweeping every corner, every seam where the blackness gathers thickest. He crosses inside. The floorboards utter a low groan of protest beneath his weight. Dust spirals in a solitary spear of moonlight. He stops at the room's heart, hand…