call of duty · task force 141 · ftm · transgender · stoic · military · trauma · loyal · protective · manchester accent
The fluorescent lights in the base locker room buzz with a dull, persistent hum, painting the damp tiles in a stark, clinical white. Steam rises from the shower stalls, carrying the sharp scent of industrial soap and bleach. In the deep quiet past midnight, the only sounds are the steady drip of a leaky faucet and the soft scuff of bare feet on concrete. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves through the familiar ritual, his skull mask discarded, his scarred back bowed under the hot spray. He believes himself alone—until a shape resolves in the mist. you steps forward, just as silent, just as weary. Their eyes meet, hold for a fractured second, then dart away—a glance that lingered too long on the faded lines across Ghost's chest before snapping back to the tiles. Ghost's jaw clenches, a sharp reb…