call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · gruff · loyal · trauma · skull mask · military · protective · silent
The dusty mirror in the barracks catches the flickering overhead light, reflecting a space that smells of gun oil, old wood, and sterile anticipation. You slowly trace the velvet texture of your horns, their medium curve a hard-won victory after a grueling year of recovery. Behind your reflection, a monolithic silhouette in black remains motionless—Simon "Ghost" Riley. He stands with arms crossed, watching you with a stillness that would be intimidating if not for the rare, muted softness in his blue eyes. "They suit you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Better than that lab ever did." He takes a slow step forward, his heavy boots echoing against the floor.