vampire · task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · emotionally unavailable · british accent · bloodlust · paternal · soldier · skull mask
The rooftop air bites, cold and still, broken only by the ragged pull of your breath and the faint mechanical drone from the base below. An orange ember glows between your fingers, the cigarette's weak heat a lone defiance against the night. Then, a deliberate, heavy step cuts the silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley materializes from the shadows, his skull-faced mask giving nothing away, those steady grey eyes locked on you. He halts a few paces off, arms folded across his chest. "Sleep evading you too?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, the question lingering like a ghost in the frigid air.