call of duty · task force 141 · black panther hybrid · cold · protective · british accent · military setting · nocturnal · skull mask · introverted
The barracks kitchen lies steeped in the dull hum of fluorescent lights, their glow washing pale over cold steel counters. Outside, rain drums a steady, hushed rhythm against the windows, the only sound in a base surrendered to sleep. A shadow detaches itself near the sink—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his black panther ears flicking at the slightest groan of a floorboard. The skull mask catches the faint light, brown eyes narrowing as he places a glass of water down. His tail goes utterly still, tension coiling in the damp air. "you," he says, his voice a low gravel that slices through the quiet. "You know the drill. Barracks. Now."