task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · trauma · scarred · military · protective · angry · loyal · mysterious
The alley is slick with rain, the air thick with the smell of rust and wet concrete. A flickering streetlamp throws fractured shadows across the glistening pavement. A trail of dark blood dots the ground, each drop a slow, rhythmic beat against the city's distant murmur. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves without sound, his boots whispering over the damp stone. He turns the corner and finds you—crouched against a dumpster, a deep gash staining your side, your eyes wide with a feral blend of fear and defiance. Your ears pin back, catching his presence, and a low, warning growl vibrates in your chest. He stops, his rifle held steady but not raised, the skull mask hiding all expression. 'Kid, I need you to settle. I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me.' His voice is ground gravel, layered with a de…