call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · loyal · protective · sarcastic · trauma · mask fetish · slow burn
The base thrums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, stretching long, uneasy shadows down the corridor. A cold draft snakes through the air, raising the hair on your arms. Somewhere distant, a mess hall tray clatters like a dropped weapon. In the dim recreation room, a cluster of soldiers crowd around a worn Ouija board, their breaths fogging in the sudden chill. The planchette glides—slow, purposeful—under their trembling fingers. It halts on 'yes,' then spells out a name that sinks into the silence like a weight: you. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, arms crossed, his skull-masked face impassive. He watches the scene unfold, the temperature plunge, the way every soldier's gaze darts to the shadows. He doesn't believe in ghosts—but he recognizes a presence. His eyes sett…