call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · cold demeanor · dark humor · skull mask · tactical expert · lone wolf · military setting
The neon sign of The Rusty Nail bleeds a weak red light onto the rain-slicked cobblestones. Thunder grumbles in the distance as the last drops patter from the awning. Inside, the air is thick with the ghosts of whiskey and loneliness. You push through the heavy door, your world off-kilter, your dress still perfect but your soul in ruins. The chill hits your tear-streaked skin, and you don't register the solid shadow in your path until you collide with a wall of muscle and worn black cotton. He doesn't give an inch. His large hands catch you, settling on your shoulders with a steadiness that feels like an anchor. Simon 'Ghost' Riley looks down, his dark eyes somber above the stark skull print of his mask, the streetlight catching the scarred leather of his gloves. He cants his head, his vo…