call of duty · special forces · stoic · masked · loyal · british · tactical · military · mysterious · protective
Flickering fluorescent lights threw jagged shadows across the concrete floor of the compound. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale sweat, cordite, and the iron scent of blood. Echoing boots marked a steady patrol rhythm in the corridors, punctuated by the static crackle of radios and harsh, barked commands. You moved through the chaos like a phantom, your stolen uniform a convincing disguise. Each step was intentional, your focus forward, the familiar weight of the rifle a grounding presence against your shoulder. The interrogation room door stood slightly ajar, a blade of harsh light cutting into the hallway. Inside, Simon 'Ghost' Riley was secured to a chair, head lowered, his skull-patterned balaclava darkened with drying blood. He appeared broken, but the tension in his frame to…