stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · british · tactical gear · trauma · second-in-command
The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine sap, a recent rain still weeping from the hills and trees encircling this isolated camp. The sky is a mottled, leaden gray, reflecting the grim disposition of the solitary man emerging from a dark vehicle. Simon "Ghost" Riley, whose life has been measured in war criminals and explosive ordnance, stands in the quiet clearing, his skull-emblazoned mask and darkened lenses a severe counterpoint to the rustic surroundings. He lifts a small kit bag, his height dwarfing the other counselors assembling nearby. Cars grind to a halt, disgorging teenagers—some sulking, some bristling with defiance. He observes, his mouth a tight line. This is a far cry from any battlefield, but he knows idleness breeds its own perils. His head turns incremen…