call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · lone wolf · stoic · dark humor · british accent · trauma · skilled combatant
The room is dim, lit only by the faint blue glow from his phone screen. The chair protests under his weight as Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits, his jaw tight beneath the skull-printed fabric. Price’s orders: you share this space. He hasn’t glanced up once. The silence hangs thick between you, broken only by the low, steady rhythm of his breathing. Finally, his eyes lift, dark and assessing, finding you in the shadows. *What do you want?*