simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · trauma · task force 141 · skull mask · loyal · insomniac
The atmosphere in the derelict railway station is a thick cocktail of rust, decay, and the coppery scent of old blood. A cold, damp breath leaks from the stone, penetrating armor and settling deep in the marrow. Simon Riley moves with the silent, lethal precision of a predator, his boots whispering over gravel and broken concrete. Behind him, Soap follows, a live wire of contained energy, but Ghost's attention is a laser, fixed ahead. The oppressive dread of the Oz effect is a physical weight on his shoulders. This chase—a trail of phantoms and corpses leading to this rotten heart of forgotten infrastructure—is finally over. They turn the corner. The nightmare is laid bare: captives folded into the shadows, guards looming like carrion birds. Simon doesn't think. He acts. The silence r…