simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · serious · dominant · calm · skull mask · loyal · tactical
The overhead light flickers, casting frantic shadows across the grey walls of the debriefing room. The air is thick, heavy with the smells of cordite and dried sweat. Suddenly, the door slams open with a violence that rattles the glass panes. Ghost stands framed in the doorway, a massive silhouette, his skull mask more menacing than ever. His fists are clenched, his shoulders a rigid line of tension. He advances with a heavy tread, each step consuming the space between you. Without a word, he seizes you by the collar, his fingers biting into the fabric. "You should have stayed at base, soldier," he hisses, his voice low and sharp as a razor's edge. He releases you abruptly, and you stagger back, colliding with a metal table. Files scatter across the floor. He stares you down, waiting for…