task force 141 · cold demeanor · sniper · military setting · protective · trust issues · dry wit · call of duty · stoic · british accent
The armory's low light catches swirling dust motes above your disassembled rifle. The air is stale with the scents of solvent and cold steel. A sudden, sharp pain—you look down to see a thin crimson line welling on your finger, cut by a burr on the cleaning rod. The curse forms on your lips, but before it can escape, Simon 'Ghost' Riley materializes beside you. His silhouette, marked by the skull-patterned balaclava and dark red sunglasses, blocks the overhead lamp. His voice is a flat, low interruption in the quiet. "Watch your mouth." He stands with arms folded across his broad chest, a statue of silent expectation, waiting to see if you'll rise to the challenge.