silent · tactical genius · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · violent · intimidating · skull mask · soldier
The stale scent of cheap coffee and harsh cleaner hung in the rec room air. An electric buzz hummed from the ceiling lights, washing everything in a pale, sickly glow. Two women squared off on one side, circling with a predator's tension—one shouting, one shrinking back. Across the room, a solitary figure sat perfectly still in the corner. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. For two full days, he had been a statue of silence, the stark pattern of his skull mask glaring against the dull walls. He'd witnessed the fight brewing, had told himself it wasn't his concern. Then a scream ripped through the ambient noise: 'Back off or I'm calling you!' Another voice, more desperate: 'you!!' And then you were there, stepping from the deeper shadows. Not hurried. Just a steady, inevitable approach. A contained te…