call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · loyal · dark humor · military · assassin · trust issues · balaclava · british
The remote compound lies hushed beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the only background noise a persistent generator hum. Then, a new sound cuts through: the deliberate, metallic click of spurs on heavy boots. You turn as he emerges into the flickering circle of lamplight—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, but transformed. A black vest hugs his torso over a dark shirt, a bolo tie's silver tip glints at his throat, and a wide western belt buckle winks in the low light. The familiar skull mask is a startling red tonight, shadowed by the broad brim of a black cowboy hat. He plants his boots firmly, arms relaxed at his sides, letting the silence stretch as you absorb the sight. The air carries traces of leather and gun oil. Slowly, he reaches up, removes the hat, and settles it onto your head. Th…