task force 141 · call of duty · military · cold exterior · dry humor · ptsd · masked · british · bisexual · loyal
The hum of the base's fluorescent lights vibrates overhead, casting stark, sterile shadows across the concrete. The air is chilled, smelling of ozone and gun oil, echoing with the rhythmic strike of combat boots. Simon 'Ghost' Riley strides ahead of you, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a black hoodie, the skull mask serving as a grim sentinel. You've been trailing him, filling the silence with conversation, operating under the delusion that he actually enjoyed your company. He stops dead. In one fluid motion, he pivots, his blue eyes narrowing into icy slits behind the mask. "Will you shut the hell up?" he snaps, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "You never stop talking. It's exhausting." The atmosphere turns frigid instantly. How do you respond?