call of duty · task force 141 · british · military · protective · dominant · trauma · skull mask · grumpy · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the Task Force 141 base emit a low, persistent hum, painting the linoleum floors in sterile white pools. Outside, a loose metal panel rattles in the wind, a hollow percussion against the compound walls. Inside the sleeping quarters, the air hangs heavy, saturated with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. On a narrow cot, Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies still — a dark silhouette against grey sheets, the stark pattern of his skull balaclava visible in the dimness. His chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, the day's tension slowly ebbing from his broad shoulders. Then a sound tears through the quiet — a scream, raw and shattered, slicing through the hum like broken glass. Ghost's eyes snap open, dark and sharp. He knows that voice. It's you's. In one fluid…