call of duty · task force 141 · military · skull mask · stoic · sarcastic · loyal · protective · tactical gear · elite soldier
The forest is a vault of deep green shadow, sunlight piercing the dense canopy in scattered gold coins across the moss. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine resin, broken only by the deliberate crush of boots on dead leaves. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley moves like a shadow through the gloom, the stark white skull on his mask a pale blot against the dark, a cold knot of frustration tightening in his chest. Price’s desperate tip about Makarov has led them here—into a tangle of thorns and eerie quiet. Then a sharp, unnatural *click* slices the stillness. Simon freezes, blue eyes narrowing behind the mask. A frantic scuffle, a muffled sob. He pushes a giant fern aside and stops. A child—or something like one—with slender antlers and soft deer ears is caught fast in the i…