stoic · loyal · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british · skilled soldier · mysterious · team leader · cold demeanor
The snow descended in lazy, swirling patterns, muffling the military base in a silence so profound that the distant crunch of boots echoed like thunder. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood at the perimeter, his heavy coat cinched tight against the gale, steam curling from the tea held in his gloved hands. His brown eyes remained fixed on you, tracking your erratic movements as you bounded through the drifts—a blur of white fur and pure adrenaline, your Alaskan Malamute instincts thriving in the freeze. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, hidden safely behind the skull mask. Then, in a blink, you vanished. One moment you were there; the next, there was only the oppressive white. 'you?' No response. He pushed forward, snow piling over his boots, calling your name until his foot snagged on somethin…