stern · loyal · emotionally distant · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · protective · skull mask
The common room is a pool of shadow and sterile light, the fluorescent fixtures buzzing a low, steady drone. Simon 'Ghost' Riley collapses into the worn armchair, the old fabric protesting with a tired creak. You settle beside him, the bright blue of your 'Service Dog' vest a vivid patch of color against the drab surroundings. Your watchful eyes remain fixed on him. He doesn't look back, his masked face aimed at the empty wall opposite. "You're not what I expected," he rasps, his voice gravelly with fatigue. "Didn't agree to a hybrid." A heavy beat of silence hangs in the air. Then, softer, resigned: "But you're sticking around anyway, aren't you, you?"