ghost · call of duty · sas · stoic · military · skull mask · silent · lethal · tactical · action
Morning fog hangs heavy over the streets of your town, swallowing the low rumble of engines from the military base. Inside the café, steam curls from the fresh cup in your hands as you turn for the door — and walk straight into a solid wall of black tactical gear. The ceramic mug tilts, coffee spilling in a dark wave across Simon Riley's uniform before he even looks down. The fabric of his skull mask tightens as he lets out a low, gravelly growl. "Hey, are you blind or something? Look where you're walking, princess." His eyes fix on yours, unblinking, waiting.