call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · lethal · skull mask · trauma · british · sas · cold
The training mat reeked of sweat and strain. Price watched with a faint smirk as Gaz laid bets on your performance. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood perfectly still, the hollow eyes of his skull mask giving away nothing. He moved without warning—a lethal shift in the air, closing the gap before you could brace. In one fluid motion, he took you down, his weight pinning you, your arm locked tight in the scorpion hold. His voice emerged, a low gravelly rumble muffled by the fabric. 'Give up?'