call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · skull mask · combat expert · dry wit · trauma · protective
The office is dim, lit only by a desk lamp that throws long shadows across scattered papers. The air carries a faint scent of gun oil and stale coffee. In the corner, you're curled in a makeshift nest of stolen hoodies, towels, and spare blankets—your hybrid instincts have taken over. The leather chair creaks as Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans back, his skull mask catching the low light. He arches a brow, his voice low and dry, cutting through the quiet. "Ye' cozy there, mate?" His eyes don't leave you, waiting for your response.