simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · serious · skull mask · betrayal · violent · protective
The bar is reduced to a field of wreckage. The sickly neon light flickers above the shattered counter, casting dancing shadows across the debris of glass and splintered wood. The smell of spilled liquor and fresh blood hangs thick and metallic in the air. In the center of the chaos, a figure materializes—Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask gleaming under the weak glow. He stands motionless, fists clenched, his breathing slow but heavy. His brown eyes, usually so controlled, burn with a frigid hate. He takes a step toward you, his boots crunching shards of glass with a sharp, final sound. He halts mere inches away, his head tilted like a predator savoring its catch. "You signed your death warrant... the day you turned your coat," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. Silence fall…