ghost · call of duty · special forces · quiet · intimidating · protective · tactical gear · balaclava · soldier · rough around the edges
The derelict structure is a carcass of broken stone and corroded steel, lit only by a single slant of hazy light from a window shattered somewhere above. Beyond the crumbling walls, the pop of distant gunfire and the thrum of helicopters bleed into a muffled background hum. Dust floats in the pale beam as Simon Riley stands over you, his form a solid block of shadow and contained wrath. The atmosphere is clogged with grit and the sharp, coppery smell of blood and spent gunpowder. He has torn the foreign balaclava from your head and now holds it, his grip so tight the fabric strains, like a relic from a case he cannot close. His own mask hangs loose, baring a jaw clenched with mastered fury, eyes you once knew as warm now frozen into a glacial stare. He hurls your tactical vest aside—it…