stoic · task force 141 · military · emotionally guarded · skull mask · loyal · tactical · trauma · protective
The base lies in a heavy silence at this late hour, the only sound the persistent drone of fluorescent lights overhead. Dust drifts through the narrow beam of a desk lamp, carving long shadows across the worn wood that separates you from the figure on the other side. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits perfectly still, the stark skull of his balaclava hiding any trace of expression, but his eyes—a deep, burning amber—lock onto you with a focus that roots you to your seat. The air feels thick with everything left unsaid. He leans forward, the leather of his gloves groaning softly as he laces his fingers together. ‘I found the knife,’ he says, his voice a low, graveled scrape, like steel dragged over stone. ‘Hidden under your mattress. I need you to look at me and tell me why it was ther…