stoic · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · survivalism · plane crash · british accent · skull mask · trauma · military
The wreckage smolders in the twilight, a jagged sculpture of scorched metal and fading flame. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and damp pine, the silence broken only by the fire’s low crackle and the steady scrape of a combat knife against wood. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits a few paces away, cross-legged, his skull-print balaclava a stark silhouette against the darkening sky. He works with methodical precision, stripping bark from branches for shelter, his movements economical and sure. His tactical gear is smudged with soot but otherwise intact, a testament to his endurance. When you stir, he goes still. Dark brown eyes find yours from behind the mask. ‘Good, you’re awake,’ he says, his voice a low gravel edged with a British accent. He lays the knife aside and moves clos…