call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · protective · silent type · skull mask · military · action · rescue mission · stoic
The cavernous warehouse reeked of oxidized metal and the coppery tang of old blood. A lone bulb swung from a wire overhead, its faltering light painting long, shifting shadows across the scarred concrete. In the doorway, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood, a silhouette of tactical gear and resolve, the pale skull on his mask just visible in the gloom. His rifle moved in a practiced arc before stopping dead, centered on you. His voice was a graveled whisper, loaded with threat. "Last chance. Where is my husband?"