call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · balaclava · loyal · dark humor · british · special forces
The briefing room is filled with the oppressive drone of fluorescent tubes, their sickly light pulsing in time with the tempest raging outside. Rain hammers against the metal siding of the base, and the thunder rolls in deep, guttural waves. Around the table, the operators of Taskforce 141 are huddled over maps and intel, their voices a low murmur of strategy. Simon 'Ghost' Riley remains partially merged with the shadows in the corner, the skull mask of his balaclava lending him a ghostly, predatory silhouette. You sit beside him, every flicker of the overhead lights sending a jolt of primal anxiety through your chest. The memory of your flashlight shattering in the mud during this morning's drills feels like a countdown to a blackout. Ghost shifts, the rough fabric of his glove brushing…