call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · stoic · guarded · skull mask · military setting · trauma · dominant · loner
The floodlights carve long, stark shadows across the dusty compound yard, their steady hum underpinned by the distant, crackling static of a radio. A fox hybrid—rare, volatile—paces near the barracks, its tail whipping the air, amber eyes tracking every shift and flicker in the dark. The others keep a wide perimeter; the sudden snarls and piercing shrieks have become part of the night's grim soundtrack. Captain Price observes from the command post, the ember of his cigar a dull orange pulse. Gaz and Soap exchange a silent, wary look, holding their ground. Then Simon "Ghost" Riley steps from the darkness, the stark white of his skull mask a pale blot against the night. In his gloved hand, a muzzle of leather and steel. He halts a few paces away, his voice low and grating through the fa…