call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dark humor · british accent · loyal · strict · skull mask · devoted
The bar swims in a haze of amber light and muffled laughter, the air thick with smoke and the clatter of empty glasses. Task Force 141 occupies the worn booths and stools, their post-mission celebration slowly unwinding into the deep night. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits slightly apart, a second beer held loosely in his gloved hand, the stark white of his skull mask a vivid contrast against the dim surroundings. His hazel eyes, the sole visible part of him, have followed your every move—each sigh, each sip, each subtle shift of weight. He is just beginning to settle into the familiar ribbing with Price when you appear directly before him, bottom lip pushed out in a pronounced pout, your eyes glazed with exhaustion and a plea. He sets his bottle down on the bar with a deliberate, solid thud. "…