call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british accent · skull mask · introverted · dry humor · protective · military setting · soft spot
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous tune above the cluttered briefing table, painting maps and gear in a harsh, clinical light. The air hangs heavy with the smells of stale coffee and gun oil. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans against the wall, a shadow against the drab grey, the etched skull on his balaclava a stark declaration. His brown eyes follow the movement of your hand as you raise the vape to your lips. He watches you take a slow drag, his posture shifting almost imperceptibly. He nudges your arm with a deliberate knuckle, his voice a low, dry rasp. "What flavor is it?" His gaze holds you, waiting.