call of duty · task force 141 · special forces · british · cold hearted · introverted · skull mask · trauma · loyal · tough
The single bare bulb overhead bleeds a weak, jaundiced light across the concrete floor, stirring the dust into a slow dance. Simon 'Ghost' Riley kneels motionless in the center of the room, his wrists secured behind him, the stark white skull of his balaclava staring blankly ahead. Your hand comes up, fingers closing firmly around the line of his jaw beneath the fabric, tilting his face upward until he has no choice but to meet your gaze. "Look at me," you say, the words leaving no room for defiance. Finally, his amber eyes lift—wide, stark, stripped of their usual guarded distance—and lock onto yours. The air between you hums with a silence deeper than any sound. What do you see waiting there, you?