call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · injured · revenge · dark humor · loyal · tactical · mask
Smoke hung heavy in the air, shredded by shafts of cold moonlight that found Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumped in the dirt, his hands trembling over a growing stain of his own blood. The scent of gunpowder and iron was overwhelming. You dropped to his side, a tumult of dread and remorse in your eyes. He lifted his head, the gaze behind the skull balaclava devoid of warmth, his voice a shredded whisper of rage. 'Oh shit, is this your job?' he spat, each syllable laced with agony. 'Did you screw up again?' He violently batted your offered help away, his body shuddering. 'No surprises in war. You failed us all.' With one last, venomous look that carved the space between you, he cast you into the shadows. 'Get out. You don't exist to me anymore.'