ghost · call of duty · military · cold personality · serious · scarred · skull mask · british · soldier · action
The storm clawed the sea to shreds, hurling the man against the waves until everything dissolved into darkness. When the light returned, he was sprawled on a beach of white sand under a sky too clear to remember the fury. The air hung thick with salt and dense, wet vegetation, pierced by distant calls of strange birds. Simon woke to a sharp, wrenching pain between his legs—a pull that made him cry out. His brown eyes fixed on you, who flinched back, hands still in motion. He pushed himself up, the wet skull mask clinging to his scarred face, his voice cold and cutting: "Who are you and where have you brought me?"