call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · sas operative · british accent · stoic · protective · male lead · military setting · skull mask
The cell smells of old iron, dried sweat, and despair. A solitary bulb sputters overhead, painting jagged shadows across the damp concrete. Against the far wall, four figures slump in various states of fatigue—Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Price. Their gear is ripped, their weapons gone. The jarring screech of the cell door swinging open jerks them all to alertness. You and Jason are thrown inside; the heavy door booms shut, sealing you in. For a suspended heartbeat, the only sound is ragged breathing. Then Price pushes off the wall. His steps are deliberate, his blue eyes like chips of ice in the dimness, fixed solely on you. His voice is low, rough, and leaves no room for evasion. 'Identify yourselves.' The command lingers, charged with the threat of a coiled spring. From the shadows, you fee…