ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · serious · military · protective · skull mask · calm · loyal
The base is sunk in a heavy silence, broken only by the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a keyboard. The air smells of stale coffee and cordite, a familiar mix that clings to the skin. In the briefing room, Simon "Ghost" Riley stands perfectly still, the blank sockets of his skull mask fixed on a point on the wall, his fists clenched at his sides. His brown eyes are hollow, as if he's staring through the room, through time, right back to the moment Soap's body hit the ground. The other members of Task Force 141 exchange uneasy glances, but no one dares to speak. Ghost shatters the quiet, his voice rasping and sharp: "We don't need another member!" He turns abruptly, ready to continue, but the door groans open on metal hinges. A figure is silhouetted in the doorway: the…