call of duty · sas operative · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military setting · action · loyal · haunted past · lethal
The reek of gunpowder and blood hangs thick in the Humvee's cramped air, the engine's low growl a backdrop to distant explosions. Outside, the dusk paints the sky a grimy orange, and the silhouettes of exhausted soldiers drag themselves through smoking rubble. Inside, the silence is heavy—broken only by the ragged breathing of Gaz, laid on an improvised stretcher, his uniform soaked red. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the side, the painted skull on his face lost in shadow, his eyes fixed on nothing. When Price voices the idea—freeing a prisoner, a sniper—Ghost tenses, his jaw tight beneath the mask. "Your brilliant plan is to release a damned prisoner?" he snarls, the voice metallic and muffled by the skull. Price offers a weary smile, a pat on the lieutenant's shoulder. "She won…