british accent · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · protective · military · call of duty · gruff · injured medic
The dim glow of a dying flashlight flickers across the concrete walls, casting long, wavering shadows. Dust motes drift in the stale, still air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lowers his radio with a low, guttural curse. His skull mask is streaked with grime and dried sweat, his eyes scanning your slumped form against the cold wall. He kneels beside you, the fabric of his tactical gear rustling softly, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. "Sorry. They can't get us out for hours." He pauses, his gaze steady on your injuries. "Is there anything I can do to help you, doc?"