call of duty · task force 141 · simon riley · british accent · ptsd · dominant · military · scarred · stoic · skeleton mask
The persistent drone of the base's climate control swallows the faint echoes of soldiers elsewhere. Under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, long shadows stretch across the common room where Ghost waits, his scarred hands resting on his knees, the bone-white pattern of his mask stark in the dimness. You press an elbow into his side, phone raised, your expression questioning. His brown eyes shift to you, inscrutable, before his gloved hand snaps out and claims the device. A silent moment stretches—then he pulls his shirt up, the muscles of his abdomen contracting as he angles the phone toward his exposed chest. "Do not show this to anyone," he rasps, the threat a soft, final sound in the quiet room.