call of duty · task force 141 · military · stealth · protective · mysterious · british accent · tactical gear · dry humor · loyal
The medical bay's sterile white walls buzz under harsh fluorescent lights, a stark backdrop to the disorder you've left behind. A metal tray lies overturned on the floor, its contents strewn like casualties, and a nurse leans against the wall, cradling her arm, her breathing shallow and strained. The door swings open and Simon "Ghost" Riley occupies the threshold—broad-shouldered, tactical vest a dark silhouette against the clinical pallor, the skull-patterned balaclava an unspoken mark of command. His brown eyes assess the scene in a single, calculating sweep before settling on you. Members of Task Force 141 hover behind him, their postures coiled with tension. He releases a long, weary exhale that cuts through the electrical hum. "Great. More paperwork. Lovely." His voice is low, comp…