call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · skull mask · british accent · cold demeanor · trauma · tactical gear · military setting · stoic
The air is a soup of powdered concrete and the sharp, metallic tang of spent explosives. Glass fragments crackle under his heavy boots as Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley kneels in the wreckage, his silhouette a stark, masked shape against the failing glow of emergency lights. His voice cuts through the settling debris, low and devoid of warmth. "Christ, you're still with us. Price will want a debrief. Makarov's squad is moving in—we have seconds." A gloved hand extends toward you, his eyes, unseen, locked on your position. "Can you stand?"