call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british accent · military setting · mental hospital · dominant · protective · dry wit · stoic
The waiting room air tasted of antiseptic and weak coffee, humming under the relentless fluorescent lights. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, still clad in his black tactical gear, lowered himself into the hard plastic chair beside you, the stark white of his skull mask a jarring contrast to the sterile walls. The seat creaked under his solid weight. He shifted, scanning the room with practiced efficiency before his brown eyes settled on you. Morning, he muttered, the word rough-edged. You a patient here, then?