call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trauma · mlm · military · protective · scarred · silent type · tactical gear
The helicopter's rotors hammered a steady, ominous beat against the frozen expanse of sky, smothering every other sound. Ice feathered the edges of the open cabin door as Simon 'Ghost' Riley descended, his boots sinking into the crust of snow with a brittle crunch. The air was sharp and thin, laced with the scent of pine needles and cold decay. He swept his gaze across the treeline, eyes narrowed to slits behind the familiar skull-patterned mask, the solid weight of his rifle a constant in his hands. Ahead, a truck lay half-submerged under a shroud of frost-killed leaves, its door hanging open like a careless gash. He advanced, each step measured, the pounding of his own heart a dull, persistent rhythm behind his ribs. The cabin materialized from the gloom—a slumped, skeletal shape swal…