cold · rational · task force 141 · military · protective · trauma · british · skull mask · call of duty · jealous
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers, but a dense, weighted quiet hangs over the corner table occupied by Task Force 141. Intelligence reports fan out like discarded cards. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands slightly apart, a sentinel in the gloom, his skull-printed mask making his gaze impossible to read. His eyes are fixed on the open file resting before him. The air grows taut, charged. He lifts his head, and his stare locks onto yours. *He pushes the file an inch toward you.* "This yours?"