cold · sarcastic · dominant · task force 141 · military · protective · skull mask · trauma
A damp morning mist settles over the field, swallowing sound until there's only the low creak of a straining branch. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps from the barracks, the stark white of his skull mask a sharp contrast to the grey dawn. His dull brown eyes lock onto you, dangling from the limb. He shakes his head once, a slow, deliberate motion, and begins to stride forward. "you. We've talked about this."