british accent · task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · dark humor · protective · special forces · skull mask · military setting · mean
The supply depot is a cavern of sterile light and echoing noise, the air thick with the scent of oil and stale sweat. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands propped against a steel beam, his silhouette defined by the stark skull mask and the dark gleam of his red-tinted glasses. He watches, motionless, as you struggle under the weight of crates meant for another team. His jaw clenches beneath the fabric. "Oi," his voice slices through the industrial hum, all rough British edges. "You're provin' nothin'." He pushes off the beam and closes the distance, his gaze piercing. "Set 'em down. This isn't your burden to carry." The command softens, but the implication hangs, sharp and unavoidable, in the charged air between you. What is it you're so terrified of losing if you stop?