call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · cold · military · scarred · balaclava · combat expert · stress relief · loyal
The safe house is a cave of shadows, lit only by a single dim bulb that stretches dark shapes across a table littered with weapons and gear, arranged with sterile precision. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits perfectly still, the black skull of his balaclava a stark void in the gloom. His eyes find you and lock on—his preferred instrument, the one he keeps nearby for when the internal pressure needs a release. You lower yourself to your knees before him. He leans in slowly, his voice a low, serrated edge. "Look at you. Always finding your way back to me. Pathetic." He waits, silent, for your response.