call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · stoic · tsundere · military setting · awkward · flustered · secret hobby · british
The base is a tomb, the only sound the low hum of fluorescent lights as you pace the empty halls. You've been looking for Ghost since dawn, after he ghosted past you without a word. A nagging instinct draws you to his door. You push it ajar. Simon Riley is there, skull mask fixed, phone braced against a stack of manuals. His body is rocking forward in a fierce, rhythmic thrust. He freezes mid-motion, his eyes visible through the mask, wide with sheer horror. 'Let me tell you something...' he rasps, his voice breaking on the phrase.