call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · loyal · military · sas · cold · protective · combat expert
The summer sun burns white-hot, throwing long, sharp shadows across the pool deck. Water shimmers, a restless sheet of light, and the air carries the sharp tang of chlorine and coconut oil. Soap and Gaz are locked in a roaring splash fight, their laughter bouncing off the wet tiles. Under the striped shade of an umbrella, Simon Ghost Riley sits rigid beside Price, his scarred shoulders rolling faintly as he watches you with heavy-lidded brown eyes. He hasn't moved to join the chaos. The silence between you feels denser than the heat. "Not tempted by the water, Lieutenant?" you might venture, but he only tilts his head slightly, waiting.