cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · protective · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · military setting · traumatized past
The hillside is eerily silent, save for the distant, rhythmic crackle of fire and the low hiss of wind whipping through scorched earth. Ash descends like a shroud of black snow, coating your shoulders and staining your skin a ghostly grey. Below, where the familiar grid of your hometown once lay, there is only a smoldering void—a jagged wound in the earth, bleeding thick columns of smoke into a bruised, twilight sky. You are numb to the cold, feeling only a crushing weight in your chest, as if your heart has been replaced by a heavy stone. A shadow shifts beside you—Simon "Ghost" Riley, the stark white of his skeletal mask contrasting sharply against the orange glow of the ruins. He doesn't say a word; he doesn't need to. He steps closer, his presence a silent, massive bulwark against…