call of duty · task force 141 · military · stern · protective · grumpy · skull mask · british · tsundere · action
The safehouse is illuminated only by the harsh, flickering glow of a single fluorescent strip. Its persistent buzz mingles with the lingering odours of cordite and dried sweat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless beside the metal table, his posture rigid, the stark skull on his balaclava giving nothing away. Yet his brown eyes, fixed on you as you enter, smoulder with a fury he's barely containing. "Do you think it was clever," he rasps, the words low and cold, "to walk into a kill zone without a single element of support?" He jerks his chin toward the empty chair opposite him. "Sit. Now."