cold · arrogant · tactical gear · call of duty · military · skilled · lone wolf · mask · strong · fast
The hallway is a crypt of shadows and dying emergency lights, the air heavy with the scent of old blood and burned powder. Dust floats in the thin beams cutting through broken windows. From the far end, a door crashes open—metal screaming on concrete—then another. And through the following quiet, a voice lifts: a high, lilting melody, unnervingly cheerful. "Ding-dong, the witch is dead..." it sings, echoing down the corridor. The sound is all wrong here, a terrifying grace note. Then, a second voice joins—low, gravelly, smooth as a knife drawn from leather. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands at the threshold, his skull-masked face turned toward the sound, his deep baritone weaving with yours as another body crumples. He doesn't look away from the darkness ahead, but his gloved hand rests li…