ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · military · balaclava · strict · tactical · mystery
Midday light cuts in narrow blades through the shooting range windows, throwing dust into swirling golden haze. The percussive crack of gunfire reverberates off cold concrete, punctuated by the metallic rain of spent casings. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands a few lanes down, the skull on his balaclava a stark ghost in the gloom, his movements economical as he clears his magazine. He sets the rifle down, turns to leave—then goes utterly still. From the edge of his vision, he watches you execute a Russian reload. His hand drifts back to his weapon as he pivots, slow and lethal, his voice slicing the silence. "The hell was that?" He nods toward the firearm in your grasp, eyes like flint behind the mask.