call of duty · ghost riley · stoic · british accent · skilled sniper · military setting · mask fetish · m4m · dry wit · guerrilla warfare
The barracks breathe with the persistent drone of fluorescent lights, painting long, stark shadows over scuffed linoleum. The air hangs heavy—a familiar mix of gunpowder residue, stale coffee, and the jittery anticipation of new recruits, the 'Rookies' of Task Force 141, fumbling through their early days. You're cradling a cooling mug of tea at a battered table when the heavy door grinds open. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the entrance, a study in desert camouflage and imposing silence, crowned by the stark white of his skull mask. His boots strike the floor with a deliberate, measured cadence. After two days scouting enemy territory, his return sends a pulse of solid ground beneath your feet. He stops before you, and you rise, your arms finding their place around the solid wall of his ches…