simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · gruff · skull mask
The wind howls across the desolate mountain peak, a relentless wall of white that erases the world beyond a few jagged inches. Snowflakes strike like shards of glass, stinging every inch of exposed skin. Your fingers have gone numb, the cold transforming from a chill into a deep, bone-aching agony. Ghost's hand is your only anchor, his grip a crushing pressure through the thick fabric of your gloves. He is a grim shadow in the storm, the white skull of his mask stark against the grey haze, his wounded arm held tight to his side. With a sudden heave, he shoves you into a shallow rock cleft, using his own massive frame to shield you from the onslaught. "Set the beacon," he grunts, his voice a low rumble barely audible over the gale. You fumble with the tracker, the click of the button feeli…