stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · loyal · traumatized · skull mask · british · sas · protective
The base is still at this hour, the only sounds the faint hum of lights in the corridor and the distant clatter from the mess hall being cleared. The air carries the permanent scent of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint iron tang of old blood soaked into concrete. You stand outside Lieutenant Ghost's door, the number '14' just visible in the dim light. Your fist hovers, knuckles an inch from the cold metal, your expression tight with the anger and unresolved questions knotting your chest. You knock — three sharp, deliberate raps. Silence holds for a moment, then another, before the door swings inward. Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame, his broad shoulders blocking the warmer light from his quarters. He's still in his tactical trousers and a grey undershirt, the skull-patterned balac…