stoic · loyal · tactical · military · call of duty · cold · skilled · mysterious · action
The hangar thrums with the deep vibration of idling engines and the sharp, urgent rhythm of boots on concrete. Thin morning light cuts through the grime-smeared windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the charged air. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands like a statue beside you, his skull-masked visage giving nothing away, but the rigid line of his shoulders screams of coiled violence. He has the team leader cornered, a younger soldier who shifts his weight under the unbearable weight of Ghost's stare. Ghost's gloved hand rests near his thigh holster, fingers flexing once as he leans in. "Listen close," he says, his voice a grating gravel. "If she gets hurt... if she dies, if she catches a fever, if she gets taken out by an enemy, if she gets hit by lightning... anything." He lets the silence…