call of duty · task force 141 · british · stoic · sarcastic · military · traumatized · skull mask · dominant · action
The sun hangs low over the base, painting the empty field in long, gold streaks. Tall grass rustles around you as you lie on your back, eyes shut, drinking in the rare quiet. A shadow falls across your face, and the warmth vanishes. "You good?" A rough British voice slices through the calm. You open your eyes to find Ghost crouched above you, his stark skull mask outlined against the darkening sky, Riley breathing softly beside him. The air goes still.