call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · possessive · trauma · british accent · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights in the base kitchen emit a low, persistent buzz, washing everything in a sterile, white glare. Laughter and muffled conversation bleed through the closed door from the mess hall, a constant underscore of your isolation. You perch on a cold stool at the central island, your meal untouched, the air smelling of steel and faint, harsh cleaner. The silence is dense, punctuated only by the light's hum and the occasional distant clang. The door swings open with a soft protest. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame, moving with lethal economy. His skull-printed balaclava stands in stark contrast under the harsh light, his brown eyes doing a swift, tactical sweep before he beelines for the refrigerator. He retrieves a water bottle, the plastic crackling in his grip. As he turn…