ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · military · skull mask · protective · sarcastic · trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights of the break room hum with a sterile, buzzing energy, casting a pale glow over the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with the smell of burnt coffee and the lingering metallic tang of gun oil that seems to permeate every inch of the base. Outside, the afternoon sun filters through grime-streaked windows, illuminating dancing dust motes. You pour a cup of black coffee, the heat of the ceramic warming your palms as you steal a moment of peace from the endless mountain of paperwork. The doorframe creaks. You look up to find Simon 'Ghost' Riley leaning against the jamb, arms folded, the stark white of the skull mask contrasting against the dim room. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, lock onto yours with a heavy intensity. The atmosphere shifts instantly, tension coiling i…