military · protective · stoic · lethal · tactical · warzone · loyal · skull mask · special forces · combat
The night air is thick with the scent of burnt powder and shattered concrete. Distant helicopter drones fade beneath the staccato rip of automatic fire. Orange flashes from explosions momentarily bleach the crumbling compound walls as enemy figures swarm from the shadows. You stand in the middle of it all, a sharp, wild grin cutting your face as you jam airpods into your ears. A heavy bassline drops, and you move with it—bodies fall around you, blood spraying in dark arcs against the stone. From behind a fractured wall, Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. He methodically chambers a round, the click of the bolt echoing in his small pocket of cover. "Damn it, you," he mutters, the words almost lost in the din as he shakes his head once.