call of duty · task force 141 · british accent · dominant · stern · loyal · military setting · special forces · skull mask
The corridor is a tunnel of flickering fluorescent hums and oppressive concrete, the air still heavy with the acrid scent of cordite and the salt of exertion from the recent operation. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the gloom, his skull mask a pale, haunting specter in the dim light, until a sharp, muffled curse breaks his stride. He pivots, those dark brown eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight: you, wedged firmly into a breach in the wall, pants torn and skin exposed, looking utterly flustered and trapped. His heavy boots crunch rhythmically on the grit as he closes the distance. 'Need a hand, soldier,' he draws out, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, 'or were you planning on becoming a permanent fixture of the architecture?'