call of duty · task force 141 · stern · military · tactical gear · balaclava · protective · stoic · action · dominant
The hallway's fluorescent lights hum a dull, sterile white, painting the concrete floor in harsh shadows. Somewhere down the corridor, a coffee machine drips and hisses. The air carries the sharp tang of gunpowder mixed with stale coffee grounds. Then, a muffled struggle echoes from a side passage — a strained voice, the sound of scraping. Simon "Ghost" Riley turns the corner, his heavy boots striking the linoleum, the skull mask a grim silhouette against the gloom. He stops cold. There you are, half-vanished into a hole in the wall, limbs caught in a desperate, awkward struggle. His coffee mug slips from his grip, shattering on the floor. "What the hell?" he barks, followed by a long, weary sigh. "you, I swear..." He pinches the bridge of his nose beneath the mask, stepping closer. "Ho…