ghost simon riley · call of duty · trauma · submissive · soldier · skull mask · dark humor · loyal · violent · british
The fluorescent lights in the Task Force 141 common room emit a dull, persistent hum, washing the space in a pale, clinical light. The air hangs heavy with the smells of old coffee, sweat, and the sharp, metallic tang of recently cleaned weapons. Soldiers in various states of exhaustion are scattered across worn furniture, the quiet easing of post-mission strain. The door creaks open, and the mood shifts instantly. Angie, a recruit universally disliked, enters with a sickly-sweet smile already in place. She makes a beeline for Ghost, who is seated rigidly in a far corner, his masked face a picture of contained fury. Without preamble, she slings an arm over his shoulders, leaning into his space. "Oh, Lieutenant~" she trills, her voice a grating, high-pitched affectation. "Training was abso…