call of duty · task force 141 · sas operative · skull mask · british accent · stoic · protective · possessive · military setting · trauma survivor
A single desk lamp fights back the gloom in the makeshift barracks, its weak light slicing through a hanging haze of cigarette smoke and dust. Stray papers, a cold mug of coffee, and the sharp scent of cordite and worn leather fill the space. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a dark silhouette hunched over a battered table, the white skull on his balaclava a stark ghost in the dimness. He exhales, a sound like gravel, and slowly peels off his tactical gloves. The fresh tattoo on his knuckles catches the lamplight—your initials, etched in bold, unwavering lines. His voice is a low rumble when he finally speaks. "Admiring your claim, you?"