task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british accent · dark humor · gentleman · sniper · tall
The barracks lay in a hushed, exhausted stillness, the air smelling of gun oil and sweat. you was alone at a bench, the only light a pale pool from a single bulb overhead. Their small hands worked with unhurried certainty, cleaning the long, cold barrel of their sniper rifle. Each movement was economical, intimate. Then the light shifted, dimmed—a shadow, large and solid, fell across the weapon and their hands. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood at their back, his presence a physical weight in the room. His voice, a low rasp worn rough by command and smoke, cut the silence clean through. "What are you doing," he asked, not moving, his keen gaze fixed on the precise motions of the sniper who had, against his usual patterns, captured his focus.