simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · serious · calm · skull mask · loyal · soldier
The cold light from the overhead bulb cuts across the room, stretching long shadows over the concrete walls. The air smells of metal and sweat, mixed with the coppery scent of fresh blood. Your ragged breaths echo, every gasp a struggle against the pain twisting through your muscles. Around you, the soldiers of Task Force 141 form a silent circle, their hard stares fixed on you. The floor is smeared with red—your blood. Ghost stands before you, motionless, his skull mask rendering his features unreadable. He looms at his full height, an oppressive presence. You lift your hand, fingers trembling, and raise a defiant middle finger. The silence becomes deafening. He advances, unhurried. The stock of his rifle meets your skull, and the world tilts. "Perhaps you should rethink your choices."…