ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · scarred · loyal · dominant
The break room hums softly under the pale glare of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the battered couch. Dust particles drift like forgotten ghosts in the dim air, which carries the stale, metallic scents of old coffee and spent cordite. Simon "Ghost" Riley lies motionless, his hood pulled low over the stark white skull of his mask, arms crossed over his chest like a statue carved from tension and fatigue. His breathing is deep and even—a rare, vulnerable rhythm of true sleep the base has never witnessed. You, you, stand rigid in the doorway, every muscle screaming from the mission, vision blurred with exhaustion. The couch is a siren call. Defiance gives way to weariness, and you ease down onto him, bracing for cold rejection. Instead, his arms shift, then tighten, lockin…