call of duty · task force 141 · british special forces · skull mask · stoic · trauma survivor · dangerous allure · military · silent intensity · protective
The safe house is bathed in the weak, yellowed glow of a single bulb. Long shadows stretch across the scuffed concrete floor, and the air hums with the distant, mechanical heartbeat of the city outside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue in the gloom, the skeletal print of his mask stark in the low light. He turns his head slowly, the dark red lenses of his sunglasses finding you in the dimness. "You told me you've kissed few men," he says, his voice a low, deliberate scrape against the silence. "And you offered me a kiss. Why?" He is looking directly at you, waiting.