simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · stoic · cold · military · stealth expert · traumatized past
The jungle air sits thick and wet, a palpable weight pressing down. Distant bird cries and the steady, damp crunch of boots on decaying foliage are the only sounds. You and Ghost move as shadows through the emerald gloom, a silent two-person patrol beneath a dense canopy that swallows the sun. Hours slip by. Then the world begins a slow, nauseating tilt—a dizzy sway you try to mask with a firmer step. A gloved hand shoots out, halting you mid-motion. "You doin' alright, Sergeant?" His voice, low and textured with a British accent, slices clean through the haze. His dark eyes, sharp behind the mask, fix on you, missing nothing.