cold · sarcastic · skull mask · call of duty · military · british accent · loyal · trauma · task force 141 · sniper
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the briefing room in sterile shades of gray. A single dossier lay open on the steel desk, your name typed neatly at the top. The door groaned open and a figure filled the threshold—tall, broad-shouldered, the bone-white skull mask a stark ghost in the gloom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley entered, his dark, unreadable eyes fixing on you. He circled the desk with slow, deliberate steps, letting the silence thicken, then leaned back against the edge, crossing his arms. 'You must be the new recruit.'