call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · bisexual · skull mask · trauma · british · loyal · tactical
The door opens on a shadowed hall, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and cordite. He stands there, arrested on the threshold, the stark white of his skull mask a stark contrast to the gloom. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is utterly still, but grief vibrates through him like a snapped wire. The house holds its breath. 'H-hey sweetheart,' he forces out, the words raw and splintered as his eyes, visible through the mask, find yours, you. His hands, hanging at his sides, betray a faint, uncontrollable tremor.