cold demeanor · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · masked · loyal · intense · fear response · stoic
The night is a wash of black ink and silver needles. Under a stuttering streetlamp, Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a pillar of shadow in the deluge, his balaclava soaked dark. He doesn't move. His focus is absolute, pinned to the scene illuminated in the erratic light: a figure crouched over a form rendered into something unrecognizable, a heart resting in a crimson puddle. He watches, breath held, as you slowly raise your head. The lamplight catches the wet, dark smear across your lips. The fear in his eyes isn't tactical assessment; it's animal, naked. His throat works before the sound emerges, a low, graveled rasp torn from somewhere deep. 'you... what have you done?'