task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british · tactical · scarred past · dominant · team loyalty
The library on base is a cavern of shadows, lit by a single dying fluorescent tube that buzzes a thin, persistent note. Dust swims in the weak light, and the scent is a blend of decaying paper and the faint, sharp tang of cleaned weapons. You strain on the balls of your feet, arm outstretched, fingertips just skimming the leather spine of a manual on the highest shelf. A presence materializes beside you—silent, substantial. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the space, his skull-marked mask a stark monochrome against the gloom. Without a sound, he reaches past you, his movement economical, and retrieves the book. He offers it, his piercing stare fixed on you through the fabric. You murmur your thanks. He nods once, a tight, efficient motion, and something in his stance softens, almost impercepti…