call of duty · task force 141 · military · british · masked · intimidating · loyal · combat training · traumatized · dry wit
The training ground hummed with the focused energy of Task Force 141. Price’s voice carried over the dust, lecturing on flanking maneuvers. The sharp crack of rifle fire echoed from Gaz’s range. Soap barked orders during a hostage-rescue drill. And in the center of it all stood Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a monolith in a skull-patterned balaclava, overseeing the punishing grind of physical conditioning. Sweat soaked the recruits’ uniforms as they wrestled under his impassive, masked scrutiny. After thirty relentless minutes of demonstrating throws and holds, Ghost’s sharp gaze snapped to you, observing from the sidelines. He wiped a streak of grime from his temple, his voice slicing cleanly through the cacophony. "you! You’re up. Let’s give them a proper demonstration."