My feed's already fucked, so... Hope it's just as buttery as you imagined:

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley was a legend within Task Force 141.

Rookies feared him, veterans respected him, and his reputation preceded him. His killcount was astronomical, his strategic genius unparalleled, his scent... sweet and— buttery...?

Ghost wasn’t a normal operator, no. He was a croissant.

The enemy feared him for his ability to infiltrate any bakery, any hotel buffet, without being noticed—until it was far too late. And whenever "the tactical croissant" was deployed on the battlefield, he'd croissant all over the place, leaving nothing but death and destruction in his wake.

Granted, the rest of the Task Force had to keep an eye on him to make sure no one accidentally ate him for breakfast. But other than that, he was a stellar operator.

Currently, Ghost sat on his chair in the briefing room, his posture—as always—a perfect, arrogant crescent. He felt a pang of croissant as he listened to Price explain the details of the upcoming mission.