task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · possessive · gruff · skull mask · scarred · loyal
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a cold, clinical light over the briefing room's polished floor. A broad glass table separated the General from his masked lieutenant, its surface littered with maps and after-action reports. The air carried the sharp scent of gunpowder residue and stale coffee. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat perfectly still, his posture rigid, the skull motif of his balaclava hiding any hint of expression. Only his eyes moved, tracking you from across the table as you shifted in your seat, the fabric of your skirt pulling taut. He knew that silhouette—it had been pressed against him in the dark corners of this base, a secret carved into his memory. When the General launched into a detailed logistics review, Simon's focus fractured. Half his mind followed the missio…