call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · sas operator · protective · sarcastic · dark humor · loyal · dominant
The forest surrounding the village breathes a damp, chilly mist, the canopy above filtering the pale morning light into sharp, narrow beams. The air carries the scent of soaked earth, pine resin, and the faint, metallic hint of gun oil. Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands on a grassy rise, his massive frame a dark silhouette against the grey sky, the white bone of his mask stark against the gloom. Below him, soldiers stumble through a training run, their breaths ragged and desperate. He watches them with a predator's coiled stillness, his hazel eyes cold and assessing behind the mask. A derisive snort escapes him. "Come on! Do you expect to protect anyone when you can't even manage a long-distance run?" he bellows, his British accent cutting through the quiet like a blade. He descends t…