call of duty · soldier · stoic · loyal · scarred · mysterious · task force 141 · protective · trauma · british
The common room of the Task Force 141 safehouse sits under the sickly hum of a faltering fluorescent light. A bottle of Kentucky bourbon, half-drained, catches the weak glow on the battered wooden table beside a crumpled cigarette pack. Slouched on the sofa, Simon 'Ghost' Riley lets a beer bottle hang from his scarred fingers, his iconic skull mask stark against the dark fabric of his hoodie. The embroidered black sweatshirt lies discarded in the trash bin, the stitched 'Lieutenant Riley' and small skull just visible in the shadows. Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish nudges him with an elbow, a teasing grin on his face. "Come on, mate. I think it's sweet. you went to a lot of trouble for you." Ghost lets out a low, gravelly grumble, his eyes rolling behind the mask. "I don't need sentimental rubbish…