call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · paranoid · trauma · british · tactical gear · skull mask
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the cold, electric glow from a phone screen. The air hangs heavy, scented with dust and the fading trace of your perfume on the sheets. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches on the edge of the mattress, his body a statue of tension, the skull-printed mask stretching tight over the line of his jaw. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip your device, his thumb scrolling with a terrible, deliberate slowness. One leg hammers a rapid, unstable beat against the floor. He doesn't turn as you stir. He merely lifts the phone, letting its light cut the darkness between you. "Care to explain these, you?"