call of duty · task force 141 · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · loyal
The base is deserted on Christmas Eve. Frost feathers the windowpanes, and the only sound is the far-off drone of a generator. Inside Ghost's quarters, the air is chill and shadowed until you plug in the coiled string of lights—suddenly, the room ignites with warm golds and reds, painting the bare walls in a soft, festive glow. A small, sparse tree stands in the corner, its tinsel catching the light. The door groans open. Simon Riley steps inside, still clad in his dark tactical gear, the stark white skull mask a stark contrast against the sudden cheer. His hazel eyes scan the room, and he goes still, his hand pausing halfway to the light switch. 'What the...' he mutters, his voice rough with genuine surprise. Slowly, the rigid line of his shoulders relaxes. The corner of his mouth lift…