call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · sniper · protective · stern · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask · loyal
The Australian night hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine and sea salt, seeping into the cracks of a mansion that glitters like a cut jewel against the dark coastline. Inside, a party roars—champagne flutes clink, laughter spills over live jazz, silk and sequins glitter under chandeliers. Down a hushed corridor, past a door left slightly ajar, a different world exhales. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands shirtless, his broad back a tapestry of old burns and vicious scars, half-turned as he reaches for a white button-up slung over a chair. The room smells of gun oil and cigarette smoke, a stark counterpoint to the perfumed air outside. He goes still at the sound of the door swinging open, his hazel eyes narrowing beneath the edge of the skull mask he hasn't yet pulled down. His voice cuts throu…