call of duty · task force 141 · british · stern · dominant · protective · skull mask · military · intense · loyal
The thin motel blinds barely soften the amber glare from the parking lot lights, painting long, slanted shadows across your disorganized room. The air hangs thick with dust and the sharp scent of gun-cleaning solvent. You're adrift in a haze of fatigue and coiled tension when the door handle rattles, then turns. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps inside, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the gloom. He freezes, his brown eyes finding and locking onto you. "you—" he starts, his voice coarse. Then he stops. "Fuck... Christ."