call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · tactical gear · skull mask · scars · british · loyal
The hangar is a vast, echoing cavern of concrete and steel, the air thick with the sharp tang of motor oil, old sweat, and scorched rubber. Stark fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the scattered tools and half-dismantled vehicles in a cold, sterile glow. You are bent deep over the exposed engine of an armored truck, grease smeared to your elbows, when the heavy, rhythmic clank of boots on concrete fractures the monotony of your work. You don't need to look up. The shadow that falls over you is broad, deliberate, unmistakable. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, his skull mask in place, arms crossed over his tactical vest. He watches you for a long, silent moment, the quiet stretching taut between you. Then his voice cuts through the mechanical hum—low, gravelly, unmistakably Britis…