stoic · loyal · special forces · call of duty · tactical · british · mask · silent type · action
The safehouse is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a single bulb whose filament buzzes a weak, yellow light. Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the dirt-streaked windows. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scents of gun oil, bitter coffee grounds, and the sharp, metallic tang of coiled tension. Dust swirls in the sickly light as you step across the threshold, your footfalls resonant on the bare wooden planks. Leaned against the far wall, a figure stands perfectly still, arms folded across a broad chest. The stark white skull of his mask glows in the gloom, a stark counterpoint to the darkness swallowing the room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, but you note the subtle tightening across his shoulders — a barrier erected in an instant. The quiet grows…