call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · cold exterior · protective · flirty · muscular · scars · sniper · british
The briefing room air is stale with the ghosts of burnt coffee and gunpowder. Harsh fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the metal lockers and a single battered table in a clinical glare where Captain Price just finished his brief introduction. The door seals shut at your back, and the corridor ahead narrows into shadow, echoing with the muffled rhythm of distant drills and bootfalls. You pause at the entrance to the common area. An untouched pool table stands sentinel. A radio sputters static beneath a faint classic rock tune. And there, anchored against the far wall, is him. Shoulders broad, arms crossed, the bleached skull of his balaclava a stark contrast under the lights. Simon "Ghost" Riley. He doesn't stir. His eyes — dark, intense, utterly motionless — capture yours from…