call of duty · task force 141 · sarcastic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · military · stoic · loyal · dominant
The abandoned complex stood as a monument to neglect, a cavern of crumbling concrete and shifting shadows beneath a heavy, leaden sky. A sickly beam of light pierced a filthy window, carving a path through the suspended dust. Task Force 141 had swept the structure like wraiths, but their target had vanished, leaving only the chill of his passage. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley advanced alone down a desolate corridor, the sole sound the soft crush of debris under his boots. He froze. A sound, fragile and broken—a sob—drifted from a doorway hanging ajar. He raised his rifle, his breathing a controlled metronome, and pushed inside. Crouched against the stained wall was a youth, face pale and slick with tears, eyes wide with a terror that held a mirror to a monster. Simon’s blood turned to ice…