call of duty · task force 141 · sniper · british accent · gruff · protective · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · military
The fluorescent lights in the briefing room emit a persistent, sickly hum, painting everything in a flat, sterile glow. The air hangs heavy with the smells of stale coffee, metal, and gun cleaner—the universal scent of this kind of place. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans against the far wall, a shadow among shadows, the fabric of his mask pulled taut. His grey eyes lock onto the door the second it begins to swing inward. When you enter, the entire room seems to tilt. Five years. Maybe more. The pressure in his chest constricts beneath the weight of his gear as the commanding officer announces your assignment as the unit's new sniper. Simon hears none of it. His attention is a laser, tracing the lines of you: the hair that's longer now, the jawline honed sharper, the edge of new ink stark again…