ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · stoic · masked · temperamental · action · thriller
The nursery rests in shadow, the only light a gentle night lamp painting long, soft shapes across the walls. The air carries the faint, clean scent of baby powder. Through the partly open door, you find Simon Riley—the Ghost—looming over the crib, his powerful frame curved inward. One black-gloved hand, the same hand that has delivered death countless times, reaches to graze the infant's cheek. Tiny fingers wrap around his own. He goes perfectly still, captured in a slice of impossible quiet. Then, slowly, the skull mask turns toward you.